Lazz - C.R.E.A.M.

Cash
Rules everything around me
Everything around me
Aye, cash rules everything around me
Aye, if they know money is the rule of all conversation
And they ain’t got no money, shit, they gone talk about you, not to you
Know what I’m saying?
C.R.E.A.M.
Aye...yeah
Cash rules everything around me
Can’t talk to me so they talk about me
Really Really livin’ what i rap ‘bout
We can make a song just leave the cap out
I been cautious
Of Everyone around, gotta keep a yard stick
Lost my trust, they was dishonest
Niggas flaw, gotta really watch them
Aye Lazz what type of time you on?
Oh ok
I’m On a type a time where i ain’t tryna kick it
You niggas broke in fairy land, it’s time to get realistic
They told me “be realistic, what’s yo other route?”
Said ain’t got no other option but make it out
If rap don’t work, I’m in that ocean where the sharks around
Look ima find a new connect and flood the profit out
And i know everybody rappin but i highly doubt
They spit that pain that hit the track and bring the hardest sound
Niggas ain’t doin half the shit they even talk about
These niggas cappin
Yeah these niggas cappin
My dawg say if i need su’m zipped, he’ll make it happen
Clip him and Send his ass to Marilyn with Manson yeah
Cash rules everything around me
Can’t talk to me so they talk about me
Really Really livin’ what i rap ‘bout
We can make a song just leave the cap out
I been cautious
Of Everyone around, gotta keep a yard stick
Lost my trust, they was dishonest
Niggas flaw, gotta really watch them
Aye...Two edge sword, I’m’a cut and leave her split split
You the type she leave on “read” for texting weird shit
Trying to rope me off, them crackers got me bent bent
Tired of fishbowling, need my windows tinted
When i put the sunroof back, feel like the top off
Shit, I get paid, but i ain’t rich, i ain’t got no top off
Talk all he want but if he run up, he get knocked off
Cause shit I’m clutching paranoid, so it ain’t my fault
I elevated into greatness
The same ones that don’t got shit, they be hating
It’s Kinda crazy thinking back on how i got out the basement
Cash rules everything around me
Can’t talk to me so they talk about me
Really Really livin’ what i rap ‘bout
We can make a song just leave the cap out
I been cautious
Of Everyone around, gotta keep a yard stick
Lost my trust, they was dishonest
Niggas flaw, gotta really watch them

Written by:
Lazz Quinn

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