J.R.E - Freddie Friday 3- C.R.E.A.M. lyrics

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J.R.E - Freddie Friday 3- C.R.E.A.M. lyrics

[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]