Cream

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    I'm about cream, i'ma, i'ma 'bout cream (about that)
    I'm about cream, i'ma, i'ma 'bout cream
    About that money and about that cream (hey, hey, hey)
    I'm about cream, i'ma, i'ma 'bout cream

    I'm about cream, homie i'm about cash
    I'm about dollar signs, where that brown bag?
    I'm a big boi, 3 stacks, outkast
    For that bread i be in your house like
    I go deaf ears if it aint about no dough
    Porsche mind state this my panamera flow
    Offshore royal oak, i got diamonds in 'em
    Gucci jean suit, keep a couple thousand in 'em
    Came up hard, handle food in the refrigerator
    Now these haters can't breath need a respirator
    Women beep me every time they see me
    Sippin' dp on my way to dc
    Ask niggas out in florida they know me well
    Pretty bitches say i'm crazy out in acl
    F-ck the bullshit baby i'm about mine
    Champagne in the air, it's about time

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    Just left my po and everything kosher
    Bitch i'm getting money like the end getting closer
    Money on my mind, p-ssy on my radar
    Bitch i'm getting paid, i'm on my bernie madoff
    Money talks, bullshit walks, cut the legs off
    Aim at your egg, turn that shit to eggnog
    And if i fall, my money is my cushion
    Niggas can't see me like they not looking
    To the red flag, a pledge of allegiance
    Y'all bitches don't want beef like vegans
    I don't have a care and if i do i take care of it
    Haters dead waiting i ain't with that pall bearer shit
    Never played lotto, i don't believe in luck
    They tried to send me sugar, wasn't sweet enough
    Maino whats poppin? hustle hard nigga
    This that money train, all aboard nigga

    I'm about cream, homie i'm about bread
    I'm about bad bitches that's about head
    I'm about to ride by hanging out the benz
    We getting money like we never heard of the feds
    The black bentley coupe rollin' like the batmobile
    I feel 8 feet tall man i'm shaq o'neil
    I'm about guap baby, i'm about cake
    Push the button in the doors to about face
    Whats poppin mami, i be gettin' money now
    I'm from brooklyn but they love me out in houston now
    Say "hi" to life, bye to my broke days
    I'm about a dollar, everyday all day

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    Composición: Jermaine Coleman

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