Cream Soda

I had it all ran it up then I lost it bitch so i had to do it again
I got my brothers behind me (ah ah) point out the fakest of friends
Speed down slow up rewind it but I ain't gonna say it again
She actin crazy yeah I saw your damn message but i'm just gone leave her on read, leave her on read
Uh

Shawty been actin to crazy
Sayin she gon have my baby
Uh Uh
LA for a month had to go and get wavy
How in the fuck can you hate me?
Uh
Take a lil baddie to fi-ji
Everybody wanna meet-me
When i pull up on that private jet the whole city really finna greet-me

Step out in Louboutin bottoms
Jet to the whip in that bitch it's full throttle
Ay
Fly overseas just to go meet a model
Dp by the case we need more than a bottle

Twins out to cabo wifey costa rica
Cranked to max shit might blow out the speakers
Blowin out steam amazon shipped a freezer
Cream soda and orange drink shit by the liter
Uh

She hangin with us she gon catch a vibe
Way I got money swear i took a bribe
Girls cross the world put my name on the map
Cant mess with them they to friendly on snap

Saint Laurent lookin like Jordans
Cuba and France my girls foreign
She blowin up my phone
DND shit I had to ignore it

Versace fit for the weekend
Bad lil vibe she a demon
She want designer drip
Threw her a couple of bands for the evening

Louie pants and Suvi jeans
Coast out in Cali a movie scene
What you been doin lately?
She just been actin to crazy

Shawty been actin to crazy
Sayin she gon have my baby
Uh Uh
LA for a month had to go and get wavy
How in the fuck can you hate me?
Uh
Take a lil baddie to fi-ji
Everybody wanna meet-me
When I pull up on that private jet the whole city really finna greet-me

Spent to many nights in Miami
Hit a c-note might just win a grammy
Red carpet when she step up in the room
OG swisher sweet drinkin' 1942
Baby what you wanna do-o
Gettin money nothin new-ew
Calabasas for the view-ew
Z06 roarin' liquor imported drop top on the co-op

I put 20 inch rims on the Benz
I put cartier glass on the lens
Hh
Dior vizor while i'm countin' money
Need a bank vault for the m's
Uh
Ounce of za in the Bentley truck
Shawty pickin' out the seeds and stems
Uh
Two zeros on all my bills
Models only time I'm seein' tens
Uh

VVS stones my Patek gon shine
Crush on the cash keep that shit on my mind
Gucci buckle used to be at the gap
Percocet got me takin a nap

Alexander Mcqueen the kicks
Vacation overseas from the crib
I8 for the whip
Uh

Count it up all season
Scat Pack tires screechin'
She said that she over it
But she the first one to like up my recent

Dior bag match the jewelry
Pull up late booked for truancy
No type like I'm sway lee
Paparazzi baby say cheese

Shawty been actin to crazy
Sayin she gon have my baby
Uh Uh
LA for a month had to go and get wavy
How in the fuck can you hate me?
Uh
Take a lil baddie to fi-ji
Everybody wanna meet-me
When I pull up on that private jet the whole city really finna greet-me



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Harwood
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