C.R.E.A.M

C.R.E.A.M

Chorus

CREAM, Cash Rules Everything Around Me

Cream, Get The Money

Verse 1

The devil takes different colors and shapes

To keep my peace, might need a 45 tucked in my waist

Move like i gangbang, im fucking with you, see i ain't gang gang

But dont test me we mobbing deep im with gang, fuck it

Gang green, smoke in my lungs

Im twisted, rollin up backwoods

Thinking money, i hit a lick, can't hustle backwards, keep to code like a password been had it mapped out

Hit the bank, then we cash out

Like i need my neck covered in gold

I need my wrists flooded with ice

Go to sleep dreaming about money

Wake up and double my price

Then cop what i like, buy what i want

Fuck with me, niggas can't fuck with me, fuck em, ain't half of me , ain't half what I’m worth

Fuck em i know my worth

Niggas sleeping i get to work

Chorus

CREAM, Cash Rules Everything Around Me

Cream, Get The Money

Verse 2

Low key, but got ties like a syndicate

Whip to the money, then i triple it

Drippin in Louis Vuitton

Burberry coat, need my neck, wrist covered in gold

Bitch, burgundy red bone, what you know?

Pillsbury boy

Im coming out for the dough

Cream, bread, cake, money, fuck if you love me, nigga pay me, fuck if you riding (riding or not)

Im whippin a german, copped me an audi

She moving classy, she in Mercedes

Elegant, elevate, eloquent, smoke til im back in my element, medicate

Toast up cause any day could be our last day, i know that resonates

Too many niggas would die to get money

Too many niggas switch sides to get money

I know i’m probably gone die getting money

Probably die trying to spend all this money

Chorus

CREAM, Cash Rules Everything Around Me

Cream, Get The Money

CREAM, Cash Rules Everything Around Me

Cream, Get The Money