Cream Soda
Molly in my system, and, I'm rollin' off a bean
Don't let them tell you different, you can be what you wanna be
Ay, they speakin' of my music, man, I'm spazzin' every beat
Don't try to pay me like a fool, I got that heat
Got some niggas that'll kill off the love, imagine what the money do
My brother make it all a joke, but don't you act funny, fool
I'm really on that keep a strap, even on my honeymoon
M-O-N-E-Y, put that on your head, nothing to get you killed
Man, you niggas a bunch of hoes, only kill off a pill
Man, that really wasn't my bros, but we still did a drill
Man, I'm better than you niggas, I don't even need a deal
Fuck your rap niggas, man, that's just how I feel
I tried to play you, now you damaged
Dollars or dineros, bitch, that money is my language
Mookie come and punch me, ain't need to do no ad-libs
Take her to Chanel, I buy her bags without her askin
And bitch, I'm back if it's a problem, we get active
Hit his shoulder, hit his head, made him do a backflip
Them boys ain't really bout it, bitch, I'm tired of all that cappin'
You got rich off dealin' coke, bitch, I got rich off rappin
I got a G-Lock if you tryna see what's happenin'
Your brodie ain't been chillin' ever since he started trappin
Boy, I get you killed before you even try to snatch it
Told Lil Mookie, run it back, I think we got a classic
It don't matter how tall, cause this life, gettin' sick and short
Know some people straight pussies, but they'll kill off coke
Fast love, drug taker, they tell me take it slow
If you really bout that action, test me, nigga, I ain't no ho
Molly in my system, and, I'm rollin' off a bean
Don't let them tell you different, you can be what you wanna be
Ay, they speakin' on my music, man, I'm spazzin' every beat
Don't try to pay me like a fool, I got that heat
Kill me if you can, I ain't finna throw no hands
Man, my bitch a stripper', if I wanna live, throw some bands
Man, I'm tryna prove a point, I ain't lookin' for no fans
Thick bitch from Beijing, ass poppin' out the pants
Got some niggas that'll kill off the love, imagine what the money do
My brother make it all a joke, but don't you act funny, fool
I'm really on that keep a strap, even on my honeymoon
Get you killed for like five stacks, I got some money fool
And we don't really fight, bitch, we jump just like bunnies, ouuh
Lil' bitch tryna throw a tantrum, bitch, check your attitude
I'm slimy, kill my brother, swear to God, if I had to
You done lost your marbles if you thinkin' that I had you
Don't let them tell you different, you can be what you wanna be
Ay, they speakin' of my music, man, I'm spazzin' every beat
Don't try to pay me like a fool, I got that heat
Got some niggas that'll kill off the love, imagine what the money do
My brother make it all a joke, but don't you act funny, fool
I'm really on that keep a strap, even on my honeymoon
M-O-N-E-Y, put that on your head, nothing to get you killed
Man, you niggas a bunch of hoes, only kill off a pill
Man, that really wasn't my bros, but we still did a drill
Man, I'm better than you niggas, I don't even need a deal
Fuck your rap niggas, man, that's just how I feel
I tried to play you, now you damaged
Dollars or dineros, bitch, that money is my language
Mookie come and punch me, ain't need to do no ad-libs
Take her to Chanel, I buy her bags without her askin
And bitch, I'm back if it's a problem, we get active
Hit his shoulder, hit his head, made him do a backflip
Them boys ain't really bout it, bitch, I'm tired of all that cappin'
You got rich off dealin' coke, bitch, I got rich off rappin
I got a G-Lock if you tryna see what's happenin'
Your brodie ain't been chillin' ever since he started trappin
Boy, I get you killed before you even try to snatch it
Told Lil Mookie, run it back, I think we got a classic
It don't matter how tall, cause this life, gettin' sick and short
Know some people straight pussies, but they'll kill off coke
Fast love, drug taker, they tell me take it slow
If you really bout that action, test me, nigga, I ain't no ho
Molly in my system, and, I'm rollin' off a bean
Don't let them tell you different, you can be what you wanna be
Ay, they speakin' on my music, man, I'm spazzin' every beat
Don't try to pay me like a fool, I got that heat
Kill me if you can, I ain't finna throw no hands
Man, my bitch a stripper', if I wanna live, throw some bands
Man, I'm tryna prove a point, I ain't lookin' for no fans
Thick bitch from Beijing, ass poppin' out the pants
Got some niggas that'll kill off the love, imagine what the money do
My brother make it all a joke, but don't you act funny, fool
I'm really on that keep a strap, even on my honeymoon
Get you killed for like five stacks, I got some money fool
And we don't really fight, bitch, we jump just like bunnies, ouuh
Lil' bitch tryna throw a tantrum, bitch, check your attitude
I'm slimy, kill my brother, swear to God, if I had to
You done lost your marbles if you thinkin' that I had you
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Writer(s): Mookie Yungin
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