Текст песни
Cream
I just made this money and I spend it with my team
It'll make me sick if I ain't touching on the green
Know that I'm a god give a fck about a king
Homie it was all a dream
(It was all a dream)
Cream
I just made this money and I spend it with my team
It'll make me sick if I ain't touching on the green
Know that I'm a god give a fck about a king
Homie it was all a dream
(It was all a dream)
They say I'm a culture vulture
I'm whitey bulger, I'm La Cosa Nostra
The Coney Island Roller Coaster we at Roll N Roaster
The game broken, I'm chain smoking, she hold me closer
Your girl playing with her (uhh) while she hold my poster
Black and blue bad bruises turned into Tattoos
Know I can't lose, hate to give you btches the bad news
Cash rules, crash into rappers like Dave Matthews
She like lemme sip on the remy she call me papoose
Been in this game 8 years making these rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearing Sassoon
Nah I'm fcking round, got California love
The Whole game below me, god watching from above
It's a dub
Lemme switch it up
Gotta chop up the flow when I pick it up
Labels was telling me I wasn't big enough
I didn't give a fck, nobody sick as us
Used to show a brother mad love
But the jealousy made it bad blood
At the randevou what's a dollar to ya
This a hallelujah for the bag huh with the
Cream
I just make this money and I spend it with my team
It'll make me sick if I ain't touching on the green
Know that I'm a god give a fuck about a king
Homie it was all a dream
(It was all a dream)
Cream
I just made this money and I spend it with my team
It'll make me sick if I ain't touching on the green
Know that I'm a god give a fck about a king
Homie it was all a dream
(It was all a dream)