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De Vinci - C.R.E.A.M (feat. Ra'shaun) Lyrics



De Vinci - C.R.E.A.M (feat. Ra'shaun) Lyrics




Look
Aye
I feel like Superman
But I can't save a hoe
You ain't no Soldier boy, You ain't touchin' green
That shit's debatable
My name should be Money Mitch
Ain't no half time, I get Paid In Full
These niggas be stagnant
Maybe Content
I'm tryna get paid some more
F*ck all the Autotune
Lets bring the real shit back
It ain't no cap in my rap that I do this, naw Imma keep it a stack
I chose music
Could've chose day job
Some of my homies chose Trap
We had the Blicky, the f*ck is the rules
So free my homeboy Trapp (free you)
Feel like the man in this bitch (yup yup)
Finna T' Up this Summer
No I'm not jackin'
I'm Rushing the money Goddamnit I feel like Chris Tucker
My Baby got Ass, She throw that shit back - Goddamnit she sweet like a sucker
All white G-Fazos
Got a lil crease
I might go get me another (like f*ck it)
I don't want that bitch she basic
Roll up the face I'm faded
Roll up to the place in a Spaceship
I don't want yo number Hoe save it
My niggas need new AP
Icebox come check out my teeth
She say she in love with my music - obsessed how I do it she wanting a ring (but no)
This shit ain't over, it barely just started, I'll wait till the fat lady sings
It's f*ck all the talkin' and f*ck a discussion nigga I don't play with my cheese
She tellin' me stories she thought I was Danny, Something bout' how I stay with the Green
My niggas official
They totin' them whistles
Got somethin' for You and yo Team
(Them beams)

I had to Run up them Bands
Yeah that's me
Cash rules everything around me, Yeah that's CREAM
I'm Tryna be top dog
Like Martin I had a dream
I might hit Lil Keef like Aye come clear the scene
(F*ck you Mean)
I had to Run up them Bands
Yeah that's me
Cash rules everything around me, Yeah that's CREAM
I'm Tryna be top dog
Like Martin I had a dream
I might hit Lil Keef like Aye come clear the scene
(F*ck you Mean)

But Me I'm too hot in this bitch
Know they watching me
He gotta stay with the Glizzy
Ain't no talkin' unless it's about money - you know how to carry my attention
The haters see me up in the game, but I got the Code from Devinci
We the new hottest young niggas
Y'all niggas fraud - unofficial
Yeah Yeah
Drop the top one time I'm on my way
(I'm on my way)
I think you should stay up in yo lane
All about my money but don't make me get on that gang shit
I'm straight from the gutter, yeah the jungle where the apes at
The CREAM rule everything around me
They could never make it round my team
I been outside tryna catch them plays
Every risk I take tryna make me a way
Ain't no nigga that do it like this
And to keep shit real I don't think y'all can
I might slide, right in a Benz
F*ck y'all niggas I don't need no friends
Yeah Yeah
Married to the money watch me get the bag
Niggas make assumptions let em do what they want
I been out here trappin' tryna get the bag
Niggas ain't on nothin bitch I been knew that

I had to Run up them Bands
Yeah that's me
Cash rules everything around me, Yeah that's CREAM
I'm Tryna be top dog
Like Martin I had a dream
I might hit Lil Keef like Aye come clear the scene
(F*ck you Mean)
I had to Run up them Bands
Yeah that's me
Cash rules everything around me, Yeah that's CREAM
I'm Tryna be top dog
Like Martin I had a dream
I might hit Lil Keef like Aye come clear the scene
(F*ck you Mean)
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English

Look
Aye
I feel like Superman
But I can't save a hoe
You ain't no Soldier boy, You ain't touchin' green
That shit's debatable
My name should be Money Mitch
Ain't no half time, I get Paid In Full
These niggas be stagnant
Maybe Content
I'm tryna get paid some more
F*ck all the Autotune
Lets bring the real shit back
It ain't no cap in my rap that I do this, naw Imma keep it a stack
I chose music
Could've chose day job
Some of my homies chose Trap
We had the Blicky, the f*ck is the rules
So free my homeboy Trapp (free you)
Feel like the man in this bitch (yup yup)
Finna T' Up this Summer
No I'm not jackin'
I'm Rushing the money Goddamnit I feel like Chris Tucker
My Baby got Ass, She throw that shit back - Goddamnit she sweet like a sucker
All white G-Fazos
Got a lil crease
I might go get me another (like f*ck it)
I don't want that bitch she basic
Roll up the face I'm faded
Roll up to the place in a Spaceship
I don't want yo number Hoe save it
My niggas need new AP
Icebox come check out my teeth
She say she in love with my music - obsessed how I do it she wanting a ring (but no)
This shit ain't over, it barely just started, I'll wait till the fat lady sings
It's f*ck all the talkin' and f*ck a discussion nigga I don't play with my cheese
She tellin' me stories she thought I was Danny, Something bout' how I stay with the Green
My niggas official
They totin' them whistles
Got somethin' for You and yo Team
(Them beams)

I had to Run up them Bands
Yeah that's me
Cash rules everything around me, Yeah that's CREAM
I'm Tryna be top dog
Like Martin I had a dream
I might hit Lil Keef like Aye come clear the scene
(F*ck you Mean)
I had to Run up them Bands
Yeah that's me
Cash rules everything around me, Yeah that's CREAM
I'm Tryna be top dog
Like Martin I had a dream
I might hit Lil Keef like Aye come clear the scene
(F*ck you Mean)

But Me I'm too hot in this bitch
Know they watching me
He gotta stay with the Glizzy
Ain't no talkin' unless it's about money - you know how to carry my attention
The haters see me up in the game, but I got the Code from Devinci
We the new hottest young niggas
Y'all niggas fraud - unofficial
Yeah Yeah
Drop the top one time I'm on my way
(I'm on my way)
I think you should stay up in yo lane
All about my money but don't make me get on that gang shit
I'm straight from the gutter, yeah the jungle where the apes at
The CREAM rule everything around me
They could never make it round my team
I been outside tryna catch them plays
Every risk I take tryna make me a way
Ain't no nigga that do it like this
And to keep shit real I don't think y'all can
I might slide, right in a Benz
F*ck y'all niggas I don't need no friends
Yeah Yeah
Married to the money watch me get the bag
Niggas make assumptions let em do what they want
I been out here trappin' tryna get the bag
Niggas ain't on nothin bitch I been knew that

I had to Run up them Bands
Yeah that's me
Cash rules everything around me, Yeah that's CREAM
I'm Tryna be top dog
Like Martin I had a dream
I might hit Lil Keef like Aye come clear the scene
(F*ck you Mean)
I had to Run up them Bands
Yeah that's me
Cash rules everything around me, Yeah that's CREAM
I'm Tryna be top dog
Like Martin I had a dream
I might hit Lil Keef like Aye come clear the scene
(F*ck you Mean)
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Writer: Devin Barksdale, Ra'Shaun Randle
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Performed By: De Vinci
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Devin Barksdale, Ra'Shaun Randle

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