Lyrics Cream - Era Wadi

I been chasing cream like Ashy Larry
And I'm your consigliere
Capital cash and half of the stash is buried
Other half of the bag applied to the back to carry
And imma make it triple fold
Quadruple what your grip will hold
Pay me till your book is sold
Undercover Serpico
Double under hook your soul
Love your brother, hooker, hoe
Pay me double forced to grow
Ain't your fault
Ain't no one know

Ain't nobody know where the cream was
Ain't nobody know
Where the cream
Where the cream
Ain't nobody know where the cream was
Ain't nobody know
Where the cream
Where the cream
Ain't nobody know where the cream was
Ain't nobody know
Where the cream
Where the cream
Ain't nobody know where the cream was
Ain't nobody know
Where the cream
Where the cream

Where the fuck the cream
Had a dollar and I bought it with a dream
Dog on collar wishing he was fucking free
Fuck the hand that feeds
Bite it
Let that motherfucker bleed
I can hunt
That's how we fucking eat
And we gonna munch
I been getting cream like a coffee cup
And I've been getting seen
Like an Oscar cut
Smoking on the weed
Make you cough it up
Living on a stream
Bitch you washed as fuck
Hit you with a beam
Bet you cover up
Jump in on the beat
That's a double dutch
You ain't see a thing
It's a cover up
Cover up
Cover it up
Trouble to come
Double your nut
Conditions are fucked
Feel like we're stuck
If I get enough
I'm sharing the plug
I give you permission
To show you some love
I'm sharing the plug
I give you permission
To show you some love
Show you some love

Where the cream go
Where the cream
Where the cream go
Where the cream
Does anybody know where the cream goes
Does anybody know where the cream goes
Does anybody know where the cream goes
Does anybody know
Where the cream
Where the cream

Cash rules everything around me
Cream
I get bashful when I start to counting
Cream
I'm an asshole and I say it proudly
Cream
I'm a handful like the baby crowning
Cream
Cream
Cream on my hands like ejaculate
Acccurate Accumen
I could drop lines even Ak could get
Accent is outdoor acid trip
Back and with beef
Like Adkins and Lazarus
Where the fuck the cream

Two little mice
Fell in a bucket of cream
The first mouse
Quickly gave up
And drowned
The second mouse
Wouldn't quit
He struggled so hard
That eventually he turned that cream into butter
And crawled out
Gentleman as of this moment
I am that second mouse