C.R.E.A.M. 2009

Lyrics

[Intro] You wanna smoke that? Go 'head, roll it, son I don't give a fuck, man, smoke that shit, man Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack I don't give a fuck what you wanna do, man Don't look to me to stop you, man Yeah, I'm not gettin' in the way [Chorus] Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard) [Verse 1] You are now under my hypnosis Summertime grind, come out with the toasters I return like an animal ferocious New money breeds, new enemies, nigga you know this Another mil', another nigga sick I got nothing but hard dick for your bitch to lick I box unorthodox, southpaw, outlaw, bricks of raw I'm out in the drought, I make the dope price soar Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam It's in God's hands, it's all God plan You mean even when a nigga gettin' smoked, goddamn [Chorus] Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard) [Verse 2] I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle When pain is a head crack, the sign of the devil Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit See clear through my third eye, it's gon' be a murder Every summer, every winter, every spring You think I'm bullshitting, I put that on everything The shooting gon' stop right after the shit-talking I was selling crack while Mike was moonwalking 20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you So he could put some hot shit through you, do you? [Chorus] Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard) [Interlude] Yeah, I'm back, baby, I'm back New shit, the drought over, new product Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggas, man I mean niggas got mohawks, they wearing skinny jeans, man I think these niggas is faggots, man, for real, man They with the rainbow club, man You think this shit is a fad? Come on, man I think it's more than that, man I think it's more than that So if a nigga wear a dress you gon' put on a dress too? Come on, man [Chorus] Cash rules, I keep a shooter 'round me Queens get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (Killed y'all) Kill the hood, ask niggas 'bout me Jesus, for the money, niggas'll go real hard (Real hard)