Peezy, Pooh Beatz - Free Rio lyrics
Peezy [Phillip Glen-Earl Peaks] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Peezy, Pooh Beatz - Free Rio lyrics]
(Okay KMoney)
If you fuck with them, you fuck with me
If you gettin' pape', lift up your sleeve
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Let's count this cheese
(Ayy, free Rio, nigga)
Might be somethin' to you
But it's nothin' to me (yeah)
I don't fuck with them
They don't fuck with me
If you gettin' pape', lift up your sleeve
(Whole lot of Ghetto shit goin' on)
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Let's count this cheese
(Let's count this shit up, fool)
Might be somethin' to you
But it's nothin' to me (K Money)
Nigga, fuck these hoes, nigga, fuck a bitch
Real nigga, I don't condone sucker shit
Fell off and bounced back, I'm a hustler
Bitch and we'll shoot this bitch up
Better not touch me, bitch
Nigga, ask around, pull up and cash shit out
Pull up to the lot
Pick a car and I mash it out
Pussy nigga play, then he lay
We can't hash shit out
Niggas that I used to cop from
I done passed 'em now
I done passed a lot of niggas up
Now they in they feelings
Tell that nigga try me if he tough
It's gon' be a killing
Put my boots on and tie 'em up
Time to step on niggas
Made a hundred thousand this month
Bought a necklace with it
Instagram models hit me up
I reject them bitches
Read his paperwork, I know he
Told, can't respect you, nigga
I can't leave my pistol at the crib
They gotta catch me with it
Nigga tried me at the club, we left him in it
I just moved my bitch up out the hood
Now she in Redford with it
Niggas from my hood wasn't tryna grow
That's why I left them niggas
Bought my first car 2008
I got arrested in it
Now the police scared to pull me
Over, they can't catch me, nigga
Two hundred on the dash
We ain't dwellin' in the past
'Dweller on my wrist, bustdown, all glass
I had too much class, bitch
I walked out the class
Took a check in the bank
Walked out with a bag
She wanna go shopping every time she get mad
I buy her Chanel bags, new titties and ass
One thing about me, I'ma get me some cash
One thing about you, you gon' sit on your ass
One thing about me, I'ma get me some cash
(Huh)
One thing about you, you gon' sit on your ass
If you fuck with them
(yeah) , you fuck with me (yeah)
If you gettin' pape', lift up your sleeve
(Throw your Rollie up)
Nigga, fuck these hoes
(Fuck 'em) , let's count this cheese (Uh
Huh) might be somethin' to you
But it's nothin' to me (It ain't shit)
I don't fuck with them
(Nah) , they don't fuck with me (Nah)
If you gettin' pape'
(Paper) , lift up your sleeve (Uh, huh)
Nigga, fuck these hoes (Nigga, fuck 'em)
Let's count this cheese (Count money)
Might be somethin' to you
(yeah) , but it's nothin' to me
If you fuck with them, you fuck with me
If you gettin' pape', lift up your sleeve
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Let's count this cheese
(Ayy, free Rio, nigga)
Might be somethin' to you
But it's nothin' to me (yeah)
I don't fuck with them
They don't fuck with me
If you gettin' pape', lift up your sleeve
(Whole lot of Ghetto shit goin' on)
Nigga, fuck these hoes
Let's count this cheese
(Let's count this shit up, fool)
Might be somethin' to you
But it's nothin' to me (K Money)
Nigga, fuck these hoes, nigga, fuck a bitch
Real nigga, I don't condone sucker shit
Fell off and bounced back, I'm a hustler
Bitch and we'll shoot this bitch up
Better not touch me, bitch
Nigga, ask around, pull up and cash shit out
Pull up to the lot
Pick a car and I mash it out
Pussy nigga play, then he lay
We can't hash shit out
Niggas that I used to cop from
I done passed 'em now
I done passed a lot of niggas up
Now they in they feelings
Tell that nigga try me if he tough
It's gon' be a killing
Put my boots on and tie 'em up
Time to step on niggas
Made a hundred thousand this month
Bought a necklace with it
Instagram models hit me up
I reject them bitches
Read his paperwork, I know he
Told, can't respect you, nigga
I can't leave my pistol at the crib
They gotta catch me with it
Nigga tried me at the club, we left him in it
I just moved my bitch up out the hood
Now she in Redford with it
Niggas from my hood wasn't tryna grow
That's why I left them niggas
Bought my first car 2008
I got arrested in it
Now the police scared to pull me
Over, they can't catch me, nigga
Two hundred on the dash
We ain't dwellin' in the past
'Dweller on my wrist, bustdown, all glass
I had too much class, bitch
I walked out the class
Took a check in the bank
Walked out with a bag
She wanna go shopping every time she get mad
I buy her Chanel bags, new titties and ass
One thing about me, I'ma get me some cash
One thing about you, you gon' sit on your ass
One thing about me, I'ma get me some cash
(Huh)
One thing about you, you gon' sit on your ass
If you fuck with them
(yeah) , you fuck with me (yeah)
If you gettin' pape', lift up your sleeve
(Throw your Rollie up)
Nigga, fuck these hoes
(Fuck 'em) , let's count this cheese (Uh
Huh) might be somethin' to you
But it's nothin' to me (It ain't shit)
I don't fuck with them
(Nah) , they don't fuck with me (Nah)
If you gettin' pape'
(Paper) , lift up your sleeve (Uh, huh)
Nigga, fuck these hoes (Nigga, fuck 'em)
Let's count this cheese (Count money)
Might be somethin' to you
(yeah) , but it's nothin' to me