Artist: Lil Wayne & DJ Drama f/ Euro Album: Dedication 5 Song: Cream Typed by: Cedmaster3K {*conversation between two guys*} [Intro: Method Man sample] "Cash rules... cash rules everything around me" "C.R.E.A.M, get..." [Chorus: Method Man sample] "Cash rules everything around me" "C.R.E.A.M, get the money; dollar, dollar bill y'all" [Euro] Uhh, Euro, check (D5!) I've been havin' these nightmares, of losin' time with no reward Momma would call the Lord before she call the law Then I went and found time in an Audemars Time is money so I spent it all tryin' to order more They say beef is a poor man's sport Behind the money get that rhyme report, fuck it [Chorus] "Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!" "GANGSTA!" {*echoes*} [Lil Wayne] Uhh, I don't cut the work, drop top on 20s Soon as I learned how to talk I talked business Nigga's ain't safe, all nine innings And to you it's just change, I want every JC Penny And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented Lift a mini skirt, get behind her like Benny Goin' at your neck, get the rope, tie a noose This a gut check now who do I write it to? I'm +Derrty+ like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery I'm a god, mercy me, I'm higher than mercury Smokin' on that strong, full of that Hercules Bartender, hurry up, hurry up with my drink Niggas pullin' capers like they come with a string I'm standin' over the stove with my gun in the sink Cause' I don't know what niggas thinkin' but I know how they think Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw I'm in that pussy, she in awe And this here is my homeboy Quick Draw McGraw I'm even on both sides of the seesaw You can get your head cut off with a saw, yeehaw Kill you and your right-hand man, Southpaw Money over bitches and above the law Money over bitches and above the law, money [Chorus] - 2X [Lil Wayne] Yeah, uh Pocket full of money with a posse full of hitters Black and white Porsches like a Nazi with a nigga Money make the world, 360 We throw them dollars up, them bitches better be frisbees Pounds in the freezer, fifty rounds in the sweeper Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin' up And if the bitch stealin', I know where her momma live I love this shit so much; I got on a tux Man it's been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubba Some niggas fade away, some niggas hit the jumper Kidnap your niece, don't cry, call your uncle We don't wanna hurt ya baby, we just want your uncle 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir I ain't hearin' that bullshit, I'm deafer Then left her, somewhere out wherever, they find your body severed You know they findin' niggas guilty like they find the treasure, but get your money On occasions, I get too wasted, it's an occasion I heard a nurse say "Thank you for being so patient" I know my niggas got me, we good forever Get the cheese nigga, please avoid the shredder Turnin' good to better, gotta pull it together I wish that blood on the floor, was rose pedals Real gangstas die of old age And old money get paid, my nigga Tunechi [Chorus] - 4X