Creed

Nigga
Yeah

My motherfuckin wrist on froze, shit on ski
I might pull something off the lot, give me my keys
I gotta call the bank and order fifty G's
Have fifty bands in twenties for me please
He been in the streets, why the fuck he ain't got no cheese?
This an AMG, why you think I ain't gonna speed?
Before I punt these bags, I spray on some Creed
I'm really in the fields, still got on my cleats

Mr. I don't care about the price, go ahead, get it baby
You fuck me, I'll take you shopping, I ain't trippin baby
I'm that nigga poppin, I'm the littest, baby
Being broke ain't an option, let's get chicken baby
Pulled up Lamb truck, I got the fuckin block jumpin
I'm shiftin on them crackers, twelve can't stop nothin
Pulled up with my pockets on-
Pulled up with my pockets lookin like I robbed somethin
He folded when them crackers came, he wasn't built for that
I wouldn't tell them crackers a thing, I'm too real for that
I'ma show my ass, I'm with the fuck shit
Bitch, I got a bag, ho I'm drug rich
Apply that pressure, that's how I'm comin
Police pull me, I'ma gun it
She wanna fuck me with her friend, if she like it, then I love it
I got them racks on me in public
You can't cuff me, bitch I'm buggin
Ain't tryna lay up, bitch, I'm dunkin

My motherfuckin wrist on froze, shit on ski
I might pull something off the lot, give me my keys
I gotta call the bank and order fifty G's
Have fifty bands in twenties for me please
He been in the streets, why the fuck he ain't got no cheese?
This an AMG, why you think I ain't gonna speed?
Before I punt these bags, I spray on some Creed
I'm really in the fields, still got on my cleats