"Rich Freak" lyrics

Peezy & Skilla Baby Lyrics

"Rich Freak"

[Peezy:]
Yeah (Ghetto)
Rich-ass freak, rich-ass (Yeah)
Need a rich-ass freak (Okay)
I need a rich-ass, uh, okay (Yeah)

Rich-ass freak, yeah, she from the D
Got her shit together, she don't need shit from me
Drunk as hell, blowin' up my phone around four
Sayin', "Daddy, where you at? I'm tryna put it in my throat"
Bend her over, fuck her like a dog, I'm the G.O.A.T.
Flip her over, pin her legs back, hit it slow
Chokeslam your bitch to the matt', call me Big Show
What, you ain't know I'm a fat nigga, but I get low?
Dance in it, yeah, I'ma hit raw
Tryna fuck while her friends sleep, gotta tip-toe
You a real freaky girl, yeah, a nympho
I'm tryna come fuck you in the car, what it hit for?
Put your number in my phone, what's your info?
Tell your boyfriend I'm your kinfolks
She gon' pay me for this dick, I ain't no pimp, though
That's why I love my rich hoes, yeah

Rich-ass freak, rich-ass freak
Got her shit together, she don't need shit from me
Drunk as hell, blowin' up my phone around three
Sayin', "Daddy, where you at? I'm on tip, I'm tryna meet," yeah
Rich-ass freak, rich-ass freak
Got her shit together, she don't need shit from me
Drunk as hell, blowin' up my phone around three
Sayin', "Daddy, where you at? I'm on tip, I'm tryna meet," yeah

Big dog, bitch, they can't put me on a leash (Ghetto)
Big Ghetto only fuck with rich hoes, he ain't cheap
Versace robe on, twelve-hundred-dollar sheets
Gotta sleep ass naked if you spend the night with me
Beat her to the punch, I asked the bitch for a G
But really I don't need it from her, I'm just tryna see
Gave it to me, she like, "Nigga, that ain't shit
Fuck you thought? You ain't dealin' with no broke-ass bitch, boy"
Okay, yeah, talk that shit to me
Rub that pussy in the shower, send a pic to me
Sent her 2K on Cash App for the rent money
She sent it back 'cause she get money, she a—

Rich-ass freak, rich-ass freak
Got her shit together, she don't need shit from me
Drunk as hell, blowin' up my phone around three
Sayin', "Daddy, where you at? I'm on tip, I'm tryna meet," yeah
Rich-ass freak, rich-ass freak
Got her shit together, she don't need shit from me
Drunk as hell, blowin' up my phone around three
Sayin', "Daddy, where you at? I'm on tip, I'm tryna meet," yeah

[Skilla Baby:]
Me, P, and two rich freaks
All the hoes wanna fuck with me, I keep shit P
That pussy bust like a Glock, I gotta get sheets
She tryna get some more dick, I'm tryna get sleep
More pros, 10K is no goal
Rich freak waitin' for me every time I go home
All my hoes come with more hoes and no clothes
I need a rich freak, all the broke hoes can go home
I got a rich-ass freak tryna fuck me on a pile of money
When we get through, she gon' run it through the counter for me
She tryna stick her friends on me, now they all tryna fuck me
Rich old bitch get turned on when I'm countin' hundreds (Huh?)

[Peezy:]
Rich-ass freak, rich-ass freak
Got her shit together, she don't need shit from me
Drunk as hell, blowin' up my phone around three
Sayin', "Daddy, where you at? I'm on tip, I'm tryna meet," yeah
Rich-ass freak, rich-ass freak
Got her shit together, she don't need shit from me
Drunk as hell, blowin' up my phone around three
Sayin', "Daddy, where you at? I'm on tip, I'm tryna meet," yeah


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