What that nigga want, god?
Word up, look out for the cops
Cash rules
Word up
Two for fives over here baby
Word up
Two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way
Word up
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get
Yeah
Check this ol
Word up
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
At second hands, moms bounced on old men
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo rockin
Only way, I begin to gee off was drug loot
And let
And that one, pullin
But it was just a dream for the teen, who was a fiend
Started smokin
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn
Times is ruff and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick ass click and went all out
Catchin
Rollin in MPV
Yo nigga respect mine, or anger the tech nine
Ch-chick-POW! Wu from the gate now
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
It
Survival got me buggin, but I
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M
Which failed I went to jail at the age of 15
A young buck sellin
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not, could not
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn
But as the world turns I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Everyday I escape from Jakes givin
Smokin
Though I don
I guess that
But I
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty
And ain
Neglected, but now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
Cash, Rules, Everything, Around, Me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y
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Yeahh