Stop It by Reem Riches (Ft. Joe Moses)
Stop It by Reem Riches (Ft. Joe Moses)

Stop It

Reem Riches & Joe Moses * Track #13 On Whoop!

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Stop It Lyrics

[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

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