Lil Wayne — Cream

[Hook: Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all [Verse 1: Euro] I've been having these nightmares of losing time, with no reward Momma would call the Lord, before she call the law Then I went and found time in a Audemars Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more They say beef is a poor man's sport Behind the money, get that rhyme report, fuck it [Hook: Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh, I don't cut the work, droptop on 20's Soon as I learned how to talk I talked business Nigga's ain't safe, all 9 innings And to you it's just change, I want every JC Penney And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented Lift a mini skirt, get behind her like Benny Goin' at your neck, get the rope, tie a noose This a gut check, now who do I write it to? I'm dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery I'm a God, mercy me, I'm higher than Mercury Smokin' on that strong, full of that Hercules Bartender, hurry up, hurry up with my drink Niggas pullin capers like they come with a string I'm standing over the stove with my gun in the sink Cause I don't know what niggas thinkin, but I know how they think Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw I'm in that pussy, she in awe And this here is my homeboy, Quick Draw McGraw I'm even on both sides of the seesaw You can get your head cut off with a saw, yeehaw Kill you and your right-hand man, southpaw Money over bitches, and above the law Money over bitches, and above the law, money [Hook: Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, pocket full of money, with a posse full of hitters Black and white Porsches, like a Nazi with a nigga Money make the world, 360 We throw them dollars up, them bitches better be Frisbees Pounds in the freezer, 50 rounds in the sweeper Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin' up And if the bitch stealing, I know where her Mama live I love this shit so much, I got on a tux Man, it's been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubba Some niggas fade away, some niggas hit the jumper Kidnap your niece, don't cry, call your uncle We don't wanna hurt ya, baby, we just want your uncle 25 lighters on the dresser, yessir I ain't hearin' that bullshit, I'm deafer than Leppard Somewhere out wherever, they find your body severed You know they findin' niggas guilty like they finding treasure But get your money on occasions, I get too wasted It's an occasion I heard a nurse say, "Thank you for being so patient" I know my nigga's got me, we good forever Get the cheese nigga, please, avoid the shredder Turning good to better, gotta pull it together I wish that blood on the floor, was rose petals Real gangstas die of old age And old money, get paid, my nigga, Tunechi [Hook: Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M get the money Dollar, dollar bill y'all