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Key Glock - Cream Soda (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Key Glock
Key Glock
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kai Jarvis Fleming
Kai Jarvis Fleming
Composer
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Wonka
King Wonka
Producer
Ari Morris
Ari Morris
Mixing Engineer
Logan Schmitz
Logan Schmitz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Tucci
Mike Tucci
Mastering Engineer
Sammy AONAH Hanano
Sammy AONAH Hanano
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
It's just the P in me
Yeah
Get the bag, King WONKA
[Chorus]
I be gettin' that money, fasho
Tell them haters get up off my dick
Got a Richard Mille, cost a Ghost
I just parked a Rolls on my wrist
My lil' **** call me coach
Better know I'll send that blitz
I bet' not trick on these hoes
I don't care how rich I get
[Chorus]
Diamonds on me hittin', don't flinch
Just dropped a deuce in a cream soda
Millionaire ridin' with the sticks
Aye, I'll send a **** to Jehovah
She hop on that dick and do tricks
I be smokin' some shit with a mean odor
Bro'll fry your ass like fish
I be buyin' shit before I see a total
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ****, I'm like that
Glizzock put it on and they bite that
Yeah, she bad, but ain't shit, can't wife that
I just left from the bank and went right back
On the road to riches, can't get sidetracked
On the road to riches, can't sit still
I'm ridin' with banana clips, get peeled
I'm all about them dollar bills
[Chorus]
I be gettin' that money, fasho
Tell them haters get up off my dick
Got a Richard Mille, cost a Ghost
I just parked a Rolls on my wrist
My lil' **** call me coach
Better know I'll send that blitz
I bet' not trick on these hoes
I don't care how rich I get
[Verse 2]
I don't care how rich I get, bitch
I'ma still be the same ****
I can't be stopped like a train, ****
Aye, I ain't worried 'bout these lame ****
Don't you ever go against the grain, ****
****, that's bad business
Don't worry bout Glizzock, ****, I'm chillin'
Nah, for real, my neck chilly
You reach for this chain, it's gon' be a k—
Knock your dumb ass right out your shoes
Bitch, I'm the number that come before two
This 'tussin that thick shit, just like glue
Deep sea diamonds, my money is blue
Ain't too many real ones left, just a few
Mr. Glock makin' plays, yeah, Uncle Drew
Don't get it confused, smoke your ass, Uncle Snoop
[Chorus]
I be gettin' that money, fasho
Tell them haters get up off my dick
Got a Richard Mille, cost a Ghost
I just parked a Rolls on my wrist
My lil' **** call me coach
Better know I'll send that blitz
I bet' not trick on these hoes
I don't care how rich I get
[Refrain]
Diamonds on me hittin', don't flinch
Just dropped a deuce in a cream soda
Millionaire ridin' with the sticks
Aye, I'll send a **** to Jehovah
She hop on that dick and do tricks
I be smokin' some shit with a mean odor
Bro'll fry your ass like fish
I be buyin' shit before I see a total
Written by: Kai Jarvis Fleming, Markeyvius LaShun Cathey
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