Cream lyrics

by

Birdman


[Chorus: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Verse 1: Euro]
I've been having these nightmares of losing time, with no reward
Momma would call the Lord, before she call the law
Then I went and found time in a Audemars
Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more
They say beef is a poor man's sport
Behind the money, get that rhyme report, f*ck it

[Chorus: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uh, I don't cut the work, droptop on 20's
Soon as I learned how to talk I talked business
n*gga's ain't safe, all 9 innings
And to you it's just change, I want every JC Penney
And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented
Lift a mini skirt, get behind her like Benny
Goin' at your neck, get the rope, tie a noose
This a gut check, now who do I write it to?
I'm dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee
Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery
I'm a God, mercy me, I'm higher than Mercury
Smokin' on that strong, full of that Hercules
Bartender, hurry up, hurry up with my drink
n*ggas pullin capers like they come with a string
I'm standing over the stove with my gun in the sink
Cause I don't know what n*ggas thinkin, but I know how they think
Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw
I'm in that pus*y, she in awe
And this here is my homeboy, Quick Draw McGraw
I'm even on both sides of the seesaw
You can get your head cut off with a saw, yeehaw
Kill you and your right-hand man, southpaw
Money over b*tches, and above the law
Money over b*tches, and above the law, money
[Chorus: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Uh, pocket full of money, with a posse full of hitters
Black and white Porsches, like a Nazi with a n*gga
Money make the world, 360
We throw them dollars up, them b*tches better be Frisbees
Pounds in the freezer, 50 rounds in the sweeper
Counter full of coke, naked b*tch baggin' up
And if the b*tch stealing, I know where her Mama live
I love this sh*t so much, I got on a tux
Man, it's been a minute since I seen my n*gga Bubba
Some n*ggas fade away, some n*ggas hit the jumper
Kidnap your niece, don't cry, call your uncle
We don't wanna hurt ya, baby, we just want your uncle
25 lighters on the dresser, yessir
I ain't hearin' that bullsh*t, I'm deafer than Leppard
Somewhere out wherever, they find your body severed
You know they findin' n*ggas guilty like they finding treasure
But get your money on occasions, I get too wasted
It's an occasion
I heard a nurse say, "Thank you for being so patient"
I know my n*gga's got me, we good forever
Get the cheese n*gga, please, avoid the shredder
Turning good to better, gotta pull it together
I wish that blood on the floor, was rose petals
Real gangstas die of old age
And old money, get paid, my n*gga, Tunechi
[Chorus: Method Man]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net