Cream

I'm workin' my way up onto the cream
Like gettin' freaky she nasty and tings

Look at my finger she want the new ring

Yeah

She like the way that I dance
She told me turn on that Pop Smoke
I'm waitin' on this advance
Then I'm gone just like a ghost
Niggas ain't tryna hear me though
Hatin' but I know they fear me though
Fill her bowl up like cereal
Pussy taste sweeter than cheerios
I'm makin' my way up onto the cream
Like gettin' freaky she nasty and tings
Got a lil spice lil Indian ting
Look at my finger she want the new ring
See what I'm on I follow my dreams
Walk in the club don't touch anything
All of my friends gettin' shinier things
Look how I'm workin' my way to the cream

Makin' some millions is all that I'm on
Stayin' up late tryna write all these songs
Big brother V he ride with that chrome
Shuttin' down venues like Astrodome
King of this shit he wanting more big checks
Ain't worried bout shit he don't want no sex
King of this shit I'm the T-Rex
Tryna stay humble no big flex

She like the way that I dance
She told me turn on that Pop Smoke
I'm waitin' on this advance
Then I'm gone just like a ghost
Niggas ain't tryna hear me though
Hatin' but I know they fear me though
Fill her bowl up like cereal
Pussy taste sweeter than cheerios
I'm makin' my way up onto the cream
Like gettin' freaky she nasty and tings
Got a lil spice lil Indian ting
Look at my finger she want the new ring
See what I'm on I follow my dreams
Walk in the club don't touch anything
All of my friends gettin' shinier things
Look how I'm workin' my way to the cream

Want the new shinier things but not just the bling
Don't want a lil summer lil fling
Bro ridin' strapped wit a beam
I'm wit' my whole team
Fillin' our pockets wit' Cream
Finish it up like a seam we makin' a scene
Dreamin' big like Dr. King
Niggas don't know what I bring
I am the puppeteer
I'm the one pullin' the string
Aye
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
If you hittin' up my phone better know that it's a fee
Shoot in her mouth like Chiraq but I ain't talkin bout Spike Lee
Then we kicked her out the crib kickin' it like Bruce Lee
Like John Cena you can't see me
In New York Ima flex OD
It ain't much to get em in them sheets
She on the live twerkin' for me
She ain't for me this girl for the streets
Heard she was talkin' that shit on me
It ain't shit though she still let me beat
She wasn't talkin' when she swallowed my meat

She like the way that I dance
She told me turn on that Pop Smoke
I'm waitin' on this advance
Then I'm gone just like a ghost
Niggas ain't tryna hear me though
Hatin' but I know they fear me though
Fill her bowl up like cereal
Pussy taste sweeter than cheerios
I'm makin' my way up onto the cream
Like gettin' freaky she nasty and tings
Got a lil spice lil Indian ting
Look at my finger she want the new ring
See what I'm on I follow my dreams
Walk in the club don't touch anything
All of my friends gettin' shinier things
Look how I'm workin' my way to the cream



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Mosby Ii
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