Efik - C.R.E.A.M. (feat. H Wit It & A-Hop)

The dude right there said
Ay man, I was gonna tell you
You the best receiver in the game
I said, I know...

I just wanna breath and chill
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)
I just wanna breath and chill
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)
I just wanna breath and chill
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)
I just wanna breath and chill
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)

Cash rules everything around me
Only got reals that surround me
Got a couple haters trying to clown me
So I might have to hit stick like Jadeveon Clowney
Wear black all the time
Every day's a funeral
Killing phonies
You've been hit by a smooth criminal
I'm with Ed and A-Hop
Collecting up this guap
Going to the top
It's gon' take a lot for me to stop

Back on track on my path for the cash I need it bad
Pockets fat no skimp, I got the half and half
I'm on it till the very end I gotta get the bag
There's no stopping til' I get, what I never had

Coming back like J-Watt
Coming back like D-Wat
Cream of the crop
Throw it up to D-Hop
A-Hop, hopping up early morn' to Starbucks
Just a couple all stars cashing out these big bucks (cash cash)

I just wanna breath and chill
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)
I just wanna breath and chill
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)
I just wanna breath and chill
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)
I just wanna breath and chill
First I gotta get this mil
C.R.E.A.M dolla dolla bill (dolla dolla y'all)

That C.R.E.A.M. I need a lot, a fiend for the guap
This A-Hop, pass the rock I'll take my shot
I can never stop won't be no has not
I'm after C.R.E.A.M. cause my dreams need a lot

Get rich cause the rich get a whole lot for free
Steady praying that I might hit the lottery
Get rich at a young age
Can't do minimum wage
Spend some to make some
Outcome is income
I just want the fortune
I don't care about the fame
But I know I'll deal with both
That's just part of the game
No reward without risk
You can fail at what you hate
So do what you love
Before it gets way too late

Written by:
Austin Hopson, Haris Khan

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