Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rio Flow, artist - Peezy.
Date of issue: 01.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rio Flow |
Ghetto Boyz shit |
MCD, Wavy Gang, Iced Up Records shit |
Yeah, Yeah |
Millionaires, yeah |
Really mean that shit |
Yeah |
I got rich on a accident |
Nigga, I hit your bitch on a accident |
Snuck a four-nickel in the club, who you scrapping with? |
Two hundred K in all twenties look immaculate |
Had to leave the scene for two years, now I’m back again |
Yeah, did you miss me, ho? |
White tee on, Nike joggers, I’m crispy, though |
Had to tell my bitch to quit calling, I’m with my ho |
Yeah, I like bad bitches only |
Paid fifty for it and I ain’t set the time on the Rollie |
Ten years ago I had a box Chevy, m and Soda |
Fast forward, now I’m sliding up the mall in a Rover |
Drop a eight in a twnty-four, call it Kobe |
I’ll drop your pussy-ass broad day, you run up on me |
Had to bring my niggas with me to the top 'cause it’s lonely |
Fuck nah, we don’t got the same watch 'cause mines ain’t phony |
Last spot I hit was Golden Sun with the safe on me |
New bust down rose gold Patek cost eight Rollies |
I just sent a bitch to Miami for a makeover |
Bitch, it’s Ghetto Boyz E-N-T, we finna take over |
I got real pape coming in, I gotta stay focused |
Brodie owe me a body, nigga, I ain’t gotta pay for it |
Baby say she want a new Chanel, told her wait for it |
Better run that shit on somebody else, bitch, I ain’t going |
Diamond link cost fifty and you ain’t know it |
The shit I’m rocking out your tax bracket, you a lil' boy |
Better take your hands out your pocket, I’m a lil' noided |
Catch a body, take the shit to trial, I got a good lawyer |
Gucci loafs on with the slacks, tryna look cordial |
Thirty K in twenties in my pants, made it this morning |
I get money sitting on my ass, bitch, I been doing it |
I ain’t finna beef on Instagram, man, that shit corny |
Wanna run you up some pape, nigga? |
Hang with me |
Just made a hundred K, shit, I’m buying me a chain this week |
I don’t talk down on niggas, that’s lame to me |
They caught you with a brick, how you out? |
that’s strange to me |
You can take me out the hood, that ain’t changing me |
Thirty pointers in my new link, it’s the chain for me |
Fell in love with the Hi-Tech, it’s the drank for me |
Man, niggas ain’t tryna get rich, stay away from me |