Yeah
Drinking Belaire for this one
Aye, one time for Trop
Aye
I got a bitch in Cali probably fly her to Miami
She call Daddy, sleeping on me like she popped a Xanny
I love playin' with that hoe because she like it
But don't play with my money or you're dying
Don't play with me, trust me don't play with me
You got a lot to f*cking say but won't say it to me
Yeah, I can tell they need some f*cking help
I can tell they can't do it by themselves
Cause once you give em a finger they want a hand
Once you give em a dollar they want a grand
I can see thru the smoke, you take advantage of me
I think you need smoke, now here a gram from me
Whats's C.R.E.A.M?
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
What's C.R.E.A.M? yeah
Cops ruin everything around me
Boy I'm 'bout to get it
Niggas talk about it like they live it
I don't even hear it
Im just here to make you fear it
Why you tryna take it man?
I ain't tryna give it, but since we all here I'm bout to make you feel it like
I got a bitch in Cali probably fly her to Miami
She call Daddy, sleeping on me like she popped a Xanny
I love playin' with that hoe because she like it
But don't play with my money or you're dying
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Yeah
Drinking Belaire for this one
Aye, one time for Trop
Aye
I got a bitch in Cali probably fly her to Miami
She call Daddy, sleeping on me like she popped a Xanny
I love playin' with that hoe because she like it
But don't play with my money or you're dying
Don't play with me, trust me don't play with me
You got a lot to f*cking say but won't say it to me
Yeah, I can tell they need some f*cking help
I can tell they can't do it by themselves
Cause once you give em a finger they want a hand
Once you give em a dollar they want a grand
I can see thru the smoke, you take advantage of me
I think you need smoke, now here a gram from me
Whats's C.R.E.A.M?
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
What's C.R.E.A.M? yeah
Cops ruin everything around me
Boy I'm 'bout to get it
Niggas talk about it like they live it
I don't even hear it
Im just here to make you fear it
Why you tryna take it man?
I ain't tryna give it, but since we all here I'm bout to make you feel it like
I got a bitch in Cali probably fly her to Miami
She call Daddy, sleeping on me like she popped a Xanny
I love playin' with that hoe because she like it
But don't play with my money or you're dying
Drinking Belaire for this one
Aye, one time for Trop
Aye
I got a bitch in Cali probably fly her to Miami
She call Daddy, sleeping on me like she popped a Xanny
I love playin' with that hoe because she like it
But don't play with my money or you're dying
Don't play with me, trust me don't play with me
You got a lot to f*cking say but won't say it to me
Yeah, I can tell they need some f*cking help
I can tell they can't do it by themselves
Cause once you give em a finger they want a hand
Once you give em a dollar they want a grand
I can see thru the smoke, you take advantage of me
I think you need smoke, now here a gram from me
Whats's C.R.E.A.M?
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
What's C.R.E.A.M? yeah
Cops ruin everything around me
Boy I'm 'bout to get it
Niggas talk about it like they live it
I don't even hear it
Im just here to make you fear it
Why you tryna take it man?
I ain't tryna give it, but since we all here I'm bout to make you feel it like
I got a bitch in Cali probably fly her to Miami
She call Daddy, sleeping on me like she popped a Xanny
I love playin' with that hoe because she like it
But don't play with my money or you're dying
Writer: John Maher
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