Kendrick Lamar, Jay Rock, Ab-Soul - C.R.E.A.M. lyrics

It's all about this money, kid
It's all about this money, CREAM
Y'na'mean? I gotta get it, son
I gotta get it, my pocket's hurt again
(Cash rules everything around me
CREAM, get the money)
Starvin' out here,  yo
(Dolla dolla bill, y'all)
I grew up on the crime side
The LA Times-side
Wrong turn might mean homicide
Used to move with the Rupers
Talk shit, we'll shoot ya
At your dice game, rob ya for your moolah
It's like that cash rules everything
Fiends strung out
So they try to sell you anything listen son
Never sell crack for fun i was hungry
A nigga sold crack for funds
Had to get my weight up enemies, sprayed up
Got rid of the whole brick, and then we re-up


Sittin' in a money spot
Cookin' up the product
You tried to infiltrate the shop
You got shot up lil kids in the projects
They wanna be us no father figures
Nothin' that you could teach us
Ghetto streets raised
Is blowin' weed and Black & Milds
Gangbangin'
Cane-slangin' for deaths and miles
Livin' wild
Young, black, and don't give a fuck
Just a young hustler
Specializing in getting bucks
Nigga, some garden is where we
Get our hustle at
Ain't shit to say even one time
We bussin' that there's no discrimination
You will get assassinated for the paper
Shoot first and ask questions later
See ya later, alligator as your casket drop
Then we back to the block
And we steady sayin'
(Cash rules everything around me)
Yo, straight up son (CREAM, get the money)
That's what it's about
(Dolla dolla bill, y'all)
It's all about this cream, y'all
(Cash rules everything around me)
Cash rules everything around me
(CREAM, get the money) y'na'mean?
(Dolla dolla bill, y'all)
Snotty nosed kid with dreams of getting CREAM
Like cake batter by any means, son
We make your face splatter word life
I never understood the broke type
Thinkin' back then when I hustled
My first stolen bike
I used to gamble with silver dollars
Now I gamble with Benjamin
Franklins, Dom Pérignon, and lobster
Money making for real, kid
I'm tryin' stay fresh like Will did
Back in the '90s killer bees behind me
Swarming anything that enter the perimeter
Of this money making machine
When winter come it goes down
We balls out and you?
You just out of bounds without a doubt
We move in unison you move like a Honda with
The brakes gone out out of control
You just might powder your nose
If you step on the mic after me drug residue
Every time I leave the booth
You fall far behind
A time machine can't save you me?
I'm ahead of the pack
Like a high-speed pursuit we kick flows
Then rekick 'em like kung fu i'm Bruce Lee
Whether Nikes or Timbos
Beefcake the poppy, see
We ain't scared to shoot
Carry three pieces on me
Like a Steve Harvey suit
I'm on my Method Man shit
The 3 west coast Wu Tang members now exist
For the CREAM i beam to retrieve it
Believe it i ain't only sowin', I reapin'
Benefit's up the asshole is that so?
Damn straight
Fabricated transaction by a handshake
I win by a landslide scopin' your landscape
Kick in the damn door give me your damn safe
They all say crime don't pay
But if it'll get me more than
What this 9-to-5 gon' pay
Rock, let me borrow the K hit my adversaries
I'd rather it be a bullet than my vocabulary
Currently stash currency in the shoebox
For emergency purposes only
So I'm never worthless
Bubblin' like a bottom of my way
Way, stacks so fat
Benjamins growin' a double chin
Raised the quota for quotas
Hunnid dollar knot holders
Livin' that dream gettin' that CREAM
It take 36 Chambers
That's 18 double barrel shotties aimed
At everybody in the way
No gettin' between this just a genius
Inspect your deck no money involved?
Expect eject yo, it's only for Cuban links
And your necklace is anorexic
Get your weight up
I'm runnin' to the bank like
I'm off a bounce pass then I layup
I live every day up top notch
In other words stay up