Cream Soda Lyrics

Cream Soda Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your boy Quando and I woke up this morning
With all this cash money, I got all this cash on me

New money, blue money, I'm tired (I'm tired)
I don't know why I tried her (why I tried her)
Said I'ma f**k her one time, then I hit again (oh)
Turning pennies to a dime, I just hit the licks (QRN)

The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups
20 bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona, that sh*t sick as f**k
Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as f**k
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runners
Bad b**ch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer

A milli', that ain't nothin' to me, I ran that sh*t up more than once
I'm really, really from the streets and ain't nobody put me on
I like my b**ches like my cars, I swear to God that all 'em foreign
My closet worth about two hundred, Amiri sneaks, I never wore 'em
Bad b**ch just like Lauren London, shop inside designer stores
Clean up crew, we do our chores, I count up blues every time I'm bored
All blue the Aventador, make that sh*t say, "Neighborhood"
I can make a ten or four, just break 'em down and sell 'em whole
We get 'em in and get 'em gone, your b**ch like how I put it on
On a molly when she hangover, I came from catchin' sales on corners
Digi scales in California, go to jail, they try to clone you
Play for keeps, we put you under, AMG like f**k a Honda

The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups
20 bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona, that sh*t sick as f**k
Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as f**k
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runners
Bad b**ch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer

Vince Carter, left his whole damn arm in the rim (arm in the rim)
Wrist water, I bet I could f**k Ms. Parker, she a ten (she a ten)
Different colored b**ches, sorty like Crayola, I could pick (I could pick)
Road to riches, throw that Benz right off in sport mode, let it hit (skrrt)
Nowadays, jump off the porch and need a glizzy with a switch (grrah)
Cartiers, I could see the hate, they know I'm super rich (I'm super rich)
Broad day with no license plates, we rock out with them sticks (bah)
Broadway worth 'bout fifty K, you play, I'll send a blitz
Rod Wave, I'm dyin' in these Cuban links, that's off the rip (that's off the rip)
I know they hate to see me shinin', I'm just tryna pay the bills (tryna pay the bills)
Purple baby, my lil' homies thuggin', thunder off the hip (they off the hip)
"f**k you, pay me," that's the motto, homie, Glocks, extended clips

The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups
20 bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona, that sh*t sick as f**k
Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as f**k
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runners
Bad b**ch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer