Cream ft. Scootie, Skeez & Abso Lyrics

Un

Ok

All I do is make bread

I'm feeling like a baker

All y'all niggas do is act

Yall some motherfucking fakers

Walking in and out the bank

Like I'm a fucking pacer

Henny on the rocks

I don't need no chaser

0 to 100 quick

Like I'm a fucking racer

Do you like the back of the pencil

Scratch you out Erase ya

Buck 50 across the face

If niggas start cutting up

Full speed no sprinting

When my niggas running up

Airplane in the sky

Niggas know somethings up

Ain't real it's a lie

Aint no sugarcoating stuff

Big bad wolf with this Kush

I just huff and puff

Ain't no cart attendant around here

But we be pushing stuff

No narcotics

When I say my niggas push keys

Probably hear about it

Before I ever say a fucking thing

I ain't playing

Circle tighter than a wedding ring

Nothing was handed to me

I worked for everything

I be putting work in

I be putting work in

Wake up go to church

Hallelujah back to work nigga

Trust me I can do this all day

You know cash rules

Everything around me

Yeah yeah I be working nigga

Yeah yeah I be working nigga

Trust me I can do this all day

You know cash rules

Everything around me

In the heart of the ghetto

That's where they found me nigga

Jakes threw me in that water

Couldn't drown me nigga

If it ain't about money

Don't come around me nigga

Cause Cash Rules Everything

Around Me nigga

Here for the bread

Need my slice by the loaf

Put a bag on ya head

And a tag on ya toe

Lemon squeeze on that nana

Bust ya potatoe

Leave some cream on ya noodle

That's Alfredo

Wait

Just pulled a baby out the water

Wait

I show u how to cut a corner

Wait

I show u how to cut a quarter

My plug lower the price

Every time I up the order

I be putting work in

I be putting work in

Wake up go to church

Hallelujah back to work nigga

Trust me I can do this all day

You know cash rules

Everything around me

Yeah yeah I be working nigga

Yeah yeah I be working nigga

Trust me I can do this all day

You know cash rules

Everything around me

Fed charges on the beat

Quarter birdie in the streets

Switching up the rentals

Tryna pickle the police

The coke jumpin'

Plus I got the D now

Dee's catch up wit you

Best you play senile

Or find ya name on the wrong list

I'm on that rose mo

Vue clique dom

Perignon shit

The penthouse

Got views like a postcard

Dirty kitchen

Keys mixin like he's Mozart

Pray the coke gods

Bless every Ki for me

Never say a word to you

Let the money speak for me

Never unemployed

Got the work for the cheap

This is Abso

Trap like a church in the streets