Stop It

[Verse 1: Reem Riches]

I like to play from Wednesday back to Tuesday

I don't care what you say

She could be biggi or small, long as it's juicy

Young Reem, you know that

That pussy a hardwood classic, its a throwback

I'm in the club doing my own shit

2 steppin with yo chick

Stop it, nigga you not it

Big money can't fold, big pockets

Stop it, nigga you not it

Big money can't fold, big pockets

[Chorus: Reem Riches]

Stop it, you should really really stop it

Get doegh my only option

In my zone, in the club getting throwed

2 steppin on my own

Like Pusha ain't the label, big money on the table

So do your thing, do your thing, no Pusha ain't the label

Big money on the table

So do your thing, do your thing hoe

[Verse 2: Reem Riches]

Model on my arm, got a thousand for the charm

Girl go south, I call her 44

Bitch I'm such a boss

Only 20, driving Bentleys off the lot

Blowin blunts in these clubs

Drink to get drunk

Realised in high school that I ddidn't give a fuk

Now I'm rich as fuck, my pockets thickened up

Like Pac, hit 'em up

Look it up

Bad bitch super thicc as fuck

Boobies stickin up

Is you keeping up?

She like "Reem, keep it up"

I can keep it up

And she fuck with me, plus I

[Chorus: Reem Riches]

Stop it, you should really really stop it

Get doegh my only option

In my zone, in the club getting throwed

2 steppin on my own

Like Pusha ain't the label, big money on the table

So do your thing, do your thing, no Pusha ain't the label

Big money on the table

So do your thing, do your thing hoe

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]

Mearor mearor on the wall, who the flyest of them all?

I ain't gotta say shit, they know it's all me

[?] I get ridiculous cheese

I'm a cheese head, bitch I only fuck with G's

I'm loyal to the soial

Fuck the police, the DA and the lawyer

[?] stripes make them all boial

Got a heart full of bullshit and neck full of foyal

It's G's overhere

The whole team is on some bitch please overhere

We creese overhere

Get it, green

I'm quarterback Joe, Willy Green

[Chorus: Reem Riches]

Stop it, you should really really stop it

Get doegh my only option

In my zone, in the club getting throwed

2 steppin on my own

Like Pusha ain't the label, big money on the table

So do your thing, do your thing, no Pusha ain't the label

Big money on the table

So do your thing, do your thing hoe