Cream Soda (feat. Baby Goth)
It don't matter how you wanna take it
I'ma make it, thought I told ya
You gotta face it I ain't basic and I don't wanna hold ya
If you think I'm trickin then you trippin
Baby is you sober
Pull up in the white benz truck with the light brown guts, call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Soda pop, I make it rock
Wanted the rockstar lifestyle might not make it
With all the haters I don't wanna be famous
Cash me my check and I'ma stay faded
Pull up in the white benz truck with the light brown guts, call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
No ID, no problem
But I'd rather be ducked off eatin' Benihana
Not on twitter readin' tweets from ya baby mama
I'm just tryna prove it to my daddy and my momma
Put er in a Lexus, traded in the Honda
Paid off all the bills and I still got commas
Haven't check the balance in a minute no na na
Thankful for my hometown now i'm sayin haha
Cream Soda shinin' from my neck
Would you water my Patek
Got my necklace drippin' wet
Aye blue faces fallen' out my whip
Feelin' blue let's take a trip
Get your bad vibe off my dick
I'm here for a good time and some cheap wine
Wanna hear your secrets underneath the moonlight
In the bed now I aint see you in the sunlight
Pick you up in the Bentley make you feel alright
Pull up in the white benz truck with the light brown guts, call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
I'ma make it, thought I told ya
You gotta face it I ain't basic and I don't wanna hold ya
If you think I'm trickin then you trippin
Baby is you sober
Pull up in the white benz truck with the light brown guts, call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Soda pop, I make it rock
Wanted the rockstar lifestyle might not make it
With all the haters I don't wanna be famous
Cash me my check and I'ma stay faded
Pull up in the white benz truck with the light brown guts, call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
No ID, no problem
But I'd rather be ducked off eatin' Benihana
Not on twitter readin' tweets from ya baby mama
I'm just tryna prove it to my daddy and my momma
Put er in a Lexus, traded in the Honda
Paid off all the bills and I still got commas
Haven't check the balance in a minute no na na
Thankful for my hometown now i'm sayin haha
Cream Soda shinin' from my neck
Would you water my Patek
Got my necklace drippin' wet
Aye blue faces fallen' out my whip
Feelin' blue let's take a trip
Get your bad vibe off my dick
I'm here for a good time and some cheap wine
Wanna hear your secrets underneath the moonlight
In the bed now I aint see you in the sunlight
Pick you up in the Bentley make you feel alright
Pull up in the white benz truck with the light brown guts, call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Call it cream soda
Credits
Writer(s): Shelby Cordell
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