Creed Lyrics

[Intro]
Nigga
Yeah

[Chorus]
My motherf*ckin' wrist on froze, shit on ski (Bling)
I might pull somethin' off the lot, give me my keys
I gotta call the bank and order fifty G's (Fifty G's)
Have fifty bands in twenties for me please (Please, baby)
He been in the streets, why the f*ck he ain't got no cheese? (f*ck)
This an AMG, why you think I ain't gon' speed? (Yoom)
'Fore I punt these bags, I spray on some Creed (Pew, pew, pew)
I'm really in the field, still got on my cleats (Nigga)
[Verse]
Mr. I Don't Care 'Bout the Price, go 'head, get it, baby (Get it, baby)
You f*ck me, I'll take you shopping, I ain't trippin', baby
Huh, I'm that nigga poppin', I'm thе littest, baby
Bein' broke ain't an option, lеt's get chicken, baby
Pulled up Lamb' truck, I got the f*ckin' block jumpin'
I'm shiftin' on them crackers, 12 can't stop nothin' (No)
Pulled up with my pockets on—
Pulled up with my pocket 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 (Facts)
I'ma show my ass, I'm with the f*ck shit (Nigga)
Bitch, I got a bag, ho, I'm drug rich (Nigga)
Apply that pressure, that's how I'm comin' (Yeah)
Police pull me, I'ma gun it (Yeah)
She wanna f*ck me with her friend, if she like it, then I love it (Come here, baby)
I got them racks on me in public (Racks)
You can't cuff me, bitch, I'm buggin' (Don't)
Ain't tryna lay up, bitch, I'm dunkin' (No)

[Chorus]
My motherf*ckin' wrist on froze, shit on ski (Bling)
I might pull somethin' off the lot, give me my keys
I gotta call the bank and order fifty G's (Fifty G's)
Have fifty bands in twenties for me please (Please, baby)
He been in the streets, why the f*ck he ain't got no cheese? (f*ck)
This an AMG, why you think I ain't gon' speed? (Yoom)
'Fore I punt these bags, I spray on some Creed (Pew, pew, pew)
I'm really in the field, still got on my cleats (Nigga)

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