Lyrics Clout 9 - Creamo

Yaad
Living 30 Floors Up
Richer than all my opps
Richer than all the fuck niggas
If you hating on me
I know you ain't getting no money
You can't be

I got a bag and went back
To my niggas like Harriet Tubman
Ima get richer dan all of my opps
I done got me so much
People say I'm they cousin
Millionaire car parked outside
Now she Rushing
She don't want clout
So we ain't out in Public
Throw on my hoodie
To keep out discussions
Keep flavors, Obama runtz
Rolled in a Russian
(Havin it on me)
Niggas ain't drippin like this
Niggas ain't matchin my spill
These niggas been knew the drill
These bitches know how I feel
I'm tryna touch my first Mil
I am not smellin these niggas
I know that they hate me
I got me a snub nose
Niggas turned roguish
But a nigga been cutthroat
Catch em down bad
Shoot em thru da peacoat

Turn up my crew
And cop whips like Vin Diesel
We all got a gun
But ain't all of em legal
This just the first
I'ma give ex a sequel
Pull up in a demon
They say I look evil
That bitch a eater
Her mouth is A1
But I can't stay too long
I got too much at steak
Foot on they neck
And my dick in her face
Beat up her mouth
Now she needing a brace
Christan Dior
They noticed me
When I walked thru the door
Cant cop this drip
You can't find this one in stores
Snake on my pants
These Amiri's of course
I got the game from some playas like Me
I ain't got no big homies just only OGs
I'm in da latest ain't talking bout Fashion
When I thought I told em
This shit in my genes
Mix it with soda I sold em some coke
Now he keep coming back
He don't Want no more Sprite
Stack up dem hundreds
Done became a tradition
Gone cop me a beachfront
And move out of sight
They gone throw shade
Tryna dim out my light
If I catch em it's up
On yo block like Dwight
Depend what I'm wearing
Depends if I fight
I might drop me a nigga fasho
Like I'm Mike (Tyson) bitch

I got a bag and went back
To my niggas like Harriet Tubman
Ima get richer dan all of my opps
I done got me so much
People say I'm they cousin
Millionaire car parked outside
Now she Rushing
She don't want clout
So we ain't out in Public
Throw on my hoodie
To keep out discussions
Keep flavors, Obama runtz
Rolled in a Russian - havin it on me
Niggas ain't drippin like this
Niggas ain't matchin my spill
These niggas been knew the drill
These bitches know how I feel
I'm tryna touch my first Mil
I am not smellin these niggas
I know that they hate me
I got me a snub nose
Niggas turned roguish
But a nigga been cutthroat
Catch em down bad
Shoot em thru da peacoat

Back in da field like a coach
Need my cornerback
I got more plays
Than a NFL quarterback
I got da world
On my shoulders like piggyback
Ed, Edd n Eddy been paid
Sinc da cul-de-sac
Filled up shoe boxes
I trap in Air maxes
Ever since I was sleep
On dat Air mattress
I got da answer
So bitch ain't no practice
I got a pent and
It came wit a actress
No 50 cent but
Bitch I got da power
Wood on my glass like
I'm Austin Powers
Moncler on me
This ain't no Eddie Bauer
Wearing that cheap shit
Yall niggas some cowards
Blue cheese on me
I keep it real tatted
It's right my sleeve
I post a pic
They follow like sheep
Niggas ain't me
So they only can dream
Niggas ain't cream
Niggas be forcing they drip
I just put that shit on
And it happen
My niggas be trapping
Wrapping up them bales
Then we package
We sent them shits up to Athens
Yeen da only one
Havin dese racks
You still lookin bummy
I thought you was up
We ain't gone pop it off
Talkin on twitter
Boy if I see you
It's up know its stuck
Fuck you talkin 'bout man
30 Floors Up man
Living like them players man
In the movies man
Yall already know
What the fuck I'm talking 'bout
You dig