Cream Soda

Key Glock

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    It's just the P in me
    Yeah
    (Get the bag, King Wonka)
    Yeah, leggo

    I be gettin' that money, fasho
    Tell them haters get up off my dick
    Got a Richard Mille, cost a ghost (skrrt)
    I just parked a Rolls on my wrist (yeah)
    My lil' niggas call me coach (Glizzock)
    Better know I'll send that blitz
    I bet not trick on these hoes (no)
    I don't care how rich I get (bruh)

    Diamonds on me hittin', don't flinch (woah)
    Just dropped a deuce in a cream soda (yeah)
    Millionaire ridin' with the sticks
    Ayy, I'll send a nigga to Jehovah (yeah)
    She hop on that dick and do tricks
    I be smokin' some shit with a mean odor (yeah)
    Bro'll fry your ass like fish
    I be buyin' shit before I see a total
    Yeah, nigga, I'm like that
    Glizzock put it on and they bite that
    Yeah, she bad, but ain't shit, can't wife that (nah)
    I just left from the bank and went right back (yeah)
    On the road to riches, can't get sidetracked (look)
    On the road to riches, can't sit still
    I'm ridin' with banana clips, get peeled
    I'm all about them dollar bills (yeah)

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    I be gettin' that money, fasho
    Tell them haters get up off my dick (bitch)
    Got a Richard Mille, cost a ghost (skrrt)
    I just parked a Rolls on my wrist (yeah)
    My lil' niggas call me coach (Glizzock)
    Better know I'll send that blitz
    I bet not trick on these hoes (no)
    I don't care how rich I get (bruh)

    I don't care how rich I get, bitch (bitch)
    I'ma still be the same nigga (ayy)
    I can't be stopped like a train, nigga
    Aye, I ain't worried 'bout these lame niggas (bruh)
    Don't you ever go against the grain, nigga (yeah)
    Nigga, that's bad business (yeah)
    Don't worry 'bout Glizzock, nigga, I'm chillin' (ayy, yeah)
    Nah, for real, my neck chilly (woo)
    You reach for this chain, it's gon' be a k—
    Knock your dumb ass right out your shoes
    Bitch, I'm the number that come before two
    This 'tussin that thick shit, just like glue (yeah)
    Deep sea diamonds, my money is blue
    Ain't too many real ones left, just a few (yeah)
    Mr. Glock makin' plays, yeah, Uncle Drew (Glizzock)
    Don't get it confused, smoke your ass, Uncle Snoop

    I be gettin' that money, fasho (let's go)
    Tell them haters get up off my dick
    Got a Richard Mille, cost a ghost (skrrt)
    I just parked a Rolls on my wrist (bitch)
    My lil' niggas call me coach (Glizzock)
    Better know I'll send that blitz (yeah)
    I bet not trick on these hoes (no)
    I don't care how rich I get (nope)
    Diamonds on me hittin', don't flinch

    Just dropped a deuce in a cream soda
    Millionaire ridin' with the sticks
    Ayy, I'll send a nigga to Jehovah (yeah, yeah)
    She hop on that dick and do tricks
    I be smokin' some shit with a mean odor (yeah, yeah)
    Bro'll fry your ass like fish
    I be buyin' shit before I see a total (yeah)
    Yeah
    Glizzock

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