Cream of the Crop
I got the baddest bitch, she give me top
She workin' like magic when she give me top
When I bend her over she beggin' don't stop
We keep it down low, she don't wanna get caught
Baby girl you know you cream of the crop
Only let bad bitches ride in my drop
I feed all my soldiers so they make the wars
I'm bangin' on track so we end up on top
She keep playin' all these games, she ain't playin' fair
He keep playin' with my money, he ain't livin' here
She made a quarter, quarter
I told her be right there, ahh
She made a quarter, quarter
I-I-I told her be right there, ahh, yah
Be right there, yeah
I'ma be right there, yah
I told her be right there, yeah, yeah
I'ma be right there, yeah
All that cash, yeah, stuff it in the bag
Out here countin' hunnids, nigga want that dumb cash
She be doin' dirty tricks to get that cash fast
In a foreign, stuntin' on the 401 fast
She gon' drop her panties when she see that quick cash
See that quick cash, yeah, she that quick cash
She gon' stunt, when she see that fuckin' money bag, yeah
She keep playin' all these games, she ain't playin' fair
He keep playin' with my money, he ain't livin' here
She made a quarter, quarter
I told her be right there, ahh
She made a quarter, quarter
I-I-I told her be right there, ahh, yah
Be right there, yeah
I'ma be right there, yah
I told her be right there, yeah, yeah
I'ma be right there, yeah
Baby girl you know you cream of the crop
Only let bad bitches ride in my drop
I feed all my soldiers so they make the wars
I'm bangin' on track so we end up on top, top top top
Autor(es): Philemon Joel Hance Joseph, Travis Savoury
