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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