Willie The Kid - C.R.E.A.M. Freestyle lyrics

No sh** Of course Mr. Where-the-cash-at was going to rap on this Young Money, Cash Money, Fly Society Curren$y the Hot Spitta Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Get the money, dolla dolla bill y'all [Verse 1 - Curren$y] Yeah, started out on the good side and shook to the hood side Cause that's where all the crooks reside And wherever there's crooks, there's crime Wherever there's crime, there's cash And wherever there's cash, there's I Anywhere's I, there's my guys A society of people that are fly Both n***as and b**hes on a dash for the riches Any place I walk in, I make a grand entrance Cla**ic image, you gotta admit it There's no wonder that I get All of the attention from all of the women But these hoes slow though So I make them stay they distance They try to figure out what keep my clock ticking Walk into an office meeting with my watch hidden Not because I'm scared of getting robbed But I don't want to be offensive to the executives in here I got more money than them and they supposed to be the ones with good jobs Hot Spitta, that n***a, I'm a hood star 83 Cut dog, that's my favorite hood car Corner pocket uptown, that was my favorite hood bar Pa** me that chopper, I'll show you what it's good for [Verse 2 - Willie the Kid] Uh, this Willie the Kid My n***a Curren$y man Young Money AMG f** with me Willie the Kid with the slick lines, these wack n***as I make 'em fans when I spit mines, relax n***as Paralysis, bullets hit spines Cash an*lyst, expand money like six times Catch me on the vogue time zones, I switch times Chase Cognac with Coronas, I twist limes Big 9 my waistline, it fits fine My flow sublime, I gets mine, I dig dimes Temporary plates, smoke tips on a sick whip I'm trying to get more paper plates than a picnic The crown prince Cash rules, I'm addicted Disease with the need for the cream I'm afflicted I'm putting on a show for these Hip Hop cops Let 'em watch, I'm top notch Burn like hot scotch, I hopscotch The Midwest for the currency quickly In Muncie, Indiana when Curren$y hit me On my way out to Kansas, outlandish n***as flake like dandruff, fold like pamphlets I got a new b**h, resemble Dorothy Dandridge Used to spit anthrax, now I'm just rancid My n***a