Rza - Cream lyrics

[Hook: Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all [Verse 1: Euro] I've been having these nightmares Of losing 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 trying to order more They say beef is a poor man's sport Behind the money get that rhyme report, f** it [Hook: Method Man] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I don't cut the work Drop top on 20's Soon as I learned how to talk I talked business n***a's ain't safe, all 9 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 dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery I'mma God, Mercy Me, I'm higher than mercury Smokin' on that strong Full of that Hercules Bartender, Hurry up, Hurry up with my drink n***a's pullin caper's like a they come with a string I'm standing over the stove with my gun in the sink Cause' I don't know what n***a's thinking, but I know how they think Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw I'm in that p**y, she in awe In 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 k** you and your right-hand man, Southpaw Money over b**hes, and above the law Money over b**hes, and above the law Money Yeah! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh Pocket full of money, with a posse full of hitters Black and White Porsche's, like a Nazi with a n***a Money make the world, 360 We throw them dolla's up, them b**hes better be Frisbee's Pounds in the freezer, 50 rounds in the sweeper Counter full of coke, naked b**h baggin' up And if the b**h stealing, I know where her Mama live I love this sh** so much, I got on a tux Man it's been a minute since I seen my n***a Bubba Some n***a's fade away, some n***a's 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 bullsh**, I'm deafer Than left her, somewhere out wherever They find your body severed You know they findin' n***a's 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 n***a's got me, we good forever Get the cheese n***a, please, avoid the shredder Turning good to better Gotta pull it together I wish that blood on the floor, was rose pedals Real gangsta's die of old age And old money, get paid my n***a Tunechi [Hook: Method Man]