[Intro: Freddie Floyd]
Yeah, Gaijin Gang, Redpill
CREAM b**h, Freddie Fridays
Number Three
[Hook: Method Man X2]
Cash rules everything around me:
CREAM, get the money
Dollar, dollar bill y'all
[Verse 1: Freddie Floyd]
Slept on; catnaps
Fat tracks cash stacks
Will crash; NasDaq
Lift off; NASA
There's nothing that this cracker lackin
I am crack without a napkin
Raps im packin like tmac attackin' (tacking)
One-three points in three six seconds
Tell the ref who I be reppin
Back and back, I blast with macs
Im back in black, I mix and match (do do do)
One-three points in three six seconds
Every battle's game seven
I will win and I will brag
You will lose Now don't come back (nah)
Maybe I'm a fisherman, cuz I sell fish
Guess that I'm a master baiter, I can't help it (ha)
I will not be bound to my boundaries
I Dream; Desires rule everything around me
[Verse 2: Akira]
Cash Rules Everything Around Me; CREAM (cream)
Gaijin Gang like a modern dream team (team)
They call us dope for our content they fiend (Gimme that)
We double as a plug, we got everything you need
If money is the subject, then I am the predicate; (cash) I be coming after it
And I never gave a f**, (nah) conveniently abstinent
Your girl's always missing, yeah
Call her Mrs. Absent, (where she at?)
Call her she ain't answering
'Cuz dollar dollar bills make the world go 'round (round)
But the way I make her feel, make your girl go down (down)
H-Town repping, you can tell it from the sound
And these lames get to steppin' whenever we come around
[Hook: Method Man X2 in the background while Jre talks over]
Hey, it's my turn
Guys, hype me up
Guys, guys? Where are y'all
f**ing f*ggots...
Ah, whatever
[Verse 3: Jre]
Coming in this motherf**ing lyrical cypher (I'm here!)
Birthing all these kids but not forking over diapers
Don't get it twisted, I'm not the type to
Meet a damn b**h and try to wife her
I just get her done, Spank her like a horse
'Till her voice gets hoarse in the back of my Porsche
Pa**ing around the A-U-X-haling smoke
Counting every last damn dollar you won't
Throwing around the purple, green, and gold
Got the whole car looking like a damn Mardi Gras Float
Just know it's JV X FD; the power of two dope MC's (math)
But this is no room for squares, we not pa**ing the ball, we taking theirs (YOINK)
And I'm not John Mayer, I can sing this rhyme
Hanging on to the wall right next to the time
Singing, rapping, balling is the slogan (told 'em!)
Anna, Kendrick, Lamar, Odom
I only do sh** that pays, that's a fact
Put Jre on the track and I'll murder it, I'm murderous
REDRUM, back to back, k** it with a racecar
Trying to run away and it won't even really get far
Don't let me get in my zone, (zone)
Tell your mom and your dad; that's a palindrome
I'm definitely in my zone and I know my words can get a little cumbersome
Flow retarded, extra chromosome
I'm going mach five, heading uptown
Your girl heading down on Jawn now
Watch the Throne, we Run Towns
She's tryna confide in me all her dreams
And I interrupt her; with all that CREAM
[Hook: Method Man X2]
[Hook: Method Man X2]