C.R.E.A.M ft. showtimezee Lyrics

(You Think U Know Me?)

Just tell me what we on

I got the three.5 rolled up

You know I be very stoned

You know that C.R.E.A.M

You know I'm just tryna be on (yea)

I'm just tryna be on (yea)

I'm just tryna be on (oh, oh)

Breaking the bank, I did it

Yea, I'm reaching the top

Hating ass nigga he all on my cock

This shit run deep

You know it don't stop (yea, yea)

Counting up money like"Ok"

Bad bitch do what I say

Run a bag on Tuesday

Counting blues like"No way"

Imma make the fucking pape today

Watch yo mouth cause CLG

Gon fucking slide (yea)

With them Glock and Ks

I can't give that hoe no time

Cause I gotta go to bae

Roll a three.5 up in my wood

And she already know I'm baked

I can't push pass what you fucking did

Yea, you get no clean slate

Bitch and I'm making just too much money

The hoes they bring in the goddamn rake

Like baby, Is you starving

For some unconditional

Lil baby, it's a bargain

Like if you don't get far wit it

Yea, my baby she wanna get freaky

She sippin some Don wit it

Like baby, keep talking

I'm getting along wit it

But the difference, I'm talking my shit

I'm hanging my balls wit it

Lil baby, I bought us a bowl

Come smoke this bong with me

Baby she sip drank

And she just get litty (yea)

I can't cuff the muthafuckin hoe

If she just too friendly (yea)

Bitch, we swerving the

Mufuckin damn Bentley (yea)

You all on my lo but lil baby

I just got the fam with me

Just tell me what we on

I got the three.5 rolled up

You know I be very stoned

You know that C.R.E.A.M

You know I'm just tryna be on (yea)

I'm just tryna be on (yea)

I'm just tryna be on (oh, oh)

Breaking the bank, I did it

Yea, I'm reaching the top

Hating ass nigga he all on my cock

This shit run deep

You know it don't stop (yea, yea)

Counting up money like"Ok"

Bad bitch do what I say

Run a bag on Tuesday

Counting blues like"No way"

(It's Showtime)

I'm just tryna be on (oh, oh)

Breaking the bank, I did it

Yea, I'm reaching the top

Hating ass nigga he all on my cock

This shit run deep

You know it don't stop (yea, yea)

Counting up money like"Ok"

Bad bitch do what I say

Run a bag on Tuesday

Counting blues like"No way"

Imma make the fucking pape today

Watch yo mouth cause CLG

Gon fucking slide (yea)

With them Glock and Ks

I can't give that hoe no time

Cause I gotta go to bae

Roll a three.5 up in my wood

And she already know I'm baked

I can't push pass what you fucking did

Yea, you get no clean slate

Bitch and I'm making just too much money

The hoes they bring in the goddamn rake

Like baby, Is you starving

For some unconditional

Lil baby, it's a bargain

Like if you don't get far wit it