Cream

I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream (about that)

I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream

About that money and about that cream (hey, hey, hey)

I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream

I'm about cream, homie I'm about cash

I'm about Dollar signs, where that brown bag?

I'm a big boi, 3 stacks, Outkast

For that bread I be in your house like

I go deaf ears if it aint about no dough

Porsche mind state this my Panamera flow

Offshore Royal oak, I got diamonds in 'em

Gucci jean suit, keep a couple thousand in 'em

Came up hard, handle food in the refrigerator

Now these haters can't breath need a respirator

Women beep me every time they see me

Sippin' DP on my way to DC

Ask niggas out in Florida they know me well

Pretty bitches say I'm crazy out in ACL

F-ck the bullshit baby I'm about mine

Champagne in the air, it's about time

Just left my PO and everything kosher

Bitch I'm getting money like the end getting closer

Money on my mind, p-ssy on my radar

Bitch I'm getting paid, I'm on my Bernie Madoff

Money talks, bullshit walks, cut the legs off

Aim at your egg, turn that shit to eggnog

And if I fall, my money is my cushion

Niggas can't see me like they not looking

To the red flag, a pledge of allegiance

Y'all bitches don't want beef like vegans

I don't have a care and if I do I take care of it

Haters dead waiting I ain't with that pall bearer shit

Never played lotto, I don't believe in luck

They tried to send me sugar, wasn't sweet enough

Maino whats poppin? Hustle hard nigga

This that money train, all aboard nigga

I'm about cream, homie I'm about bread

I'm about bad bitches that's about head

I'm about to ride by hanging out the Benz

We getting money like we never heard of the feds

The black Bentley Coupe rollin' like the Batmobile

I feel 8 feet tall man I'm Shaq O'neil

I'm about guap baby, I'm about cake

Push the button in the doors to about face

Whats poppin mami, I be gettin' money now

I'm from Brooklyn but they love me out in Houston now

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