CREAM Lyrics

I don't want nothing but dollar bills

Fuck a cheap thrill

Because I'm awesome

Pink and blue

Watch it blossom

Now It

Smells like

It'll cost em

I think the money magnetic

I don't want the love

Because it's fucking pathetic

I get a heart

Then I'm quick to forget it

Counting dinero

My only aesthetic

I dab in my debit

I don't need the credit

Bills paid

Ain't a debt to discredit

Skills gained

And you know that they dread it

Still they

Steady looking decrepit

Hills fade

But the green never exit

I guess my pockets won't let it

You get in my way

You get the x-ray

Now go ahead

Scream a medic

Kid, I don't want nothing but cash

I don't want nothing but dollars

I don't want nothing but cash

You know I'm good for the drama

Get in the way of my dollar bills

It can get real

We can toss em

Get in the way of my dollar bills

You can get ill

It'll cost em

I tell my family to shut up

If they see me counting

They know that I'm focused

Bank account hocus pocus

Yen magic in a lotus

Euro stepped I wrote this

That's foreign money

For you jokers

Alien to a broke bitch

Another L to you chokers

Ain't it a gag

I'm deep in my bag

I won't let em breathe

You cut up, it better be cheese

Because I only move with the bries

Excuse me I come with a fee

Addicted to all currency

Money don't fall from a tree

But I planted seeds

Now count up the leaves

We fitting to see

I don't want nothing but cash

I don't want nothing but dollars

I don't want nothing but cash

You know I'm good for the drama

Get in the way of my dollar bills

It can get real

We can toss em

Get in the way of my dollar bills

You can get ill

It'll cost em