"Cream Soda" lyrics

It's just the P in me
Yeah
Get the bag, King Wonka
Yeah, leggo

I be gettin' that money, for sure
Tell them haters get up off my dick
Got a Richard Mille, cost a Ghost (Skrrt)
I just parked a Rolls on my wrist (Yeah)
My little niggas call me "coach" (Glizzock)
Better know I'll send that blitz
I bet' not trick on these hoes (No)
I don't care how rich I get (Bruh)

Diamonds on me hittin', don't flinch (Woah)
Just dropped a deuce in a cream soda (Yeah)
Millionaire ridin' with the sticks
Ay, I'll send a nigga to Jehovah (Yeah)
She hop on that dick and do tricks
I be smokin' some shit with a mean odor (Yeah)
Bro'll fry your ass like fish
I be buyin' shit before I see a total
Yeah, nigga, I'm like that
Glizzock put it on and they bite that
Yeah, she bad, but ain't shit, can't wife that (Nah)
I just left from the bank and went right back (Yeah)
On the road to riches, can't get sidetracked (Look)
On the road to riches, can't sit still
I'm ridin' with banana clips, get peeled
I'm all about them dollar bills (Yeah)

I be gettin' that money, for sure
Tell them haters get up off my dick (Bitch)
Got a Richard Mille, cost a Ghost (Skrrt)
I just parked a Rolls on my wrist (Yeah)
My little niggas call me "coach" (Glizzock)
Better know I'll send that blitz
I bet' not trick on these hoes (No)
I don't care how rich I get (Bruh)

I don't care how rich I get, bitch (Bitch)
I'ma still be the same nigga (ay)
I can't be stopped like a train, nigga
Aye, I ain't worried 'bout these lame niggas (Bruh)
Don't you ever go against the grain, nigga (Yeah)
Nigga, that's bad business (Yeah)
Don't worry bout Glizzock, nigga, I'm chillin' (ay, yeah)
Nah, for real, my neck chilly (Woo)
You reach for this chain, it's gon' be a k—
Knock your dumb ass right out your shoes
Bitch, I'm the number that come before two
This 'tussin that thick shit, just like glue (Yeah)
Deep-sea diamonds, my money is blue
Ain't too many real ones left, just a few (Yeah)
Mr. Glock makin' plays, yeah, Uncle Drew (Glizzock)
Don't get it confused, smoke your ass, Uncle Snoop

I be gettin' that money, for sure (Let's go)
Tell them haters get up off my dick
Got a Richard Mille, cost a Ghost (Skrrt)
I just parked a Rolls on my wrist (Bitch)
My little niggas call me "coach" (Glizzock)
Better know I'll send that blitz (Yeah)
I bet' not trick on these hoes (No)
I don't care how rich I get (Nope)
Diamonds on me hittin', don't flinch

Just dropped a deuce in a cream soda
Millionaire ridin' with the sticks
Ay, I'll send a nigga to Jehovah (Yeah, yeah)
She hop on that dick and do tricks
I be smokin' some shit with a mean odor (Yeah, yeah)
Bro'll fry your ass like fish
I be buyin' shit before I see a total (Yeah)
Yeah
Glizzock