C.R.E.A.M

Real humble when I swear I could be bragging about a million things
Sleeping on these niggas cuz I swear they sold me plenty dreams
I'm wifey, I ain’t walking down no aisle to get a wedding ring
If you ain’t my type I don’t look twice ain’t into settling
These bitches want my measurements, it’s so evident 
Natural bitch I'm home grown, I guess I’m being relevant 
I been on my bull, I'm going dumb I'm going ape shit
When I come around these bitches frown they needing face lifts
Guess I'm feeling better now, Gucci sweater now
Now he acting like me every since I put it down huh
You gon know I'm there I don't need to make announcements
Pretty little bitch but my aroma mixed with ounces
Flow is so immaculate I'm not committing perjury
When I drop some new shit it’s like bitches never heard of me
Turn my music up fuck it up make it repeat
H-o-n-e-y but you know I’m really sleazy
 
My motto is the CREAM I'm not talking bout the yeasty
Making so much chicken now my hands is feeling greasy 
Turn my music up fuck it up make it repeat
H-o-n-e-y but you know I’m really sleazy
 
He love me so much yes he know just how to please me
Buy me all this stuff LV’d up, next is GG
Turn my music fuck it up make it repeat
H-o-n-e-y but you know I'm really sleazy
 
So my height like 5’5 but my hands way bigger 
Honey not like Winnie but my stripes is just like Tigger
Ooh he love my frame yes I’m talking bout my figure
She mad but I just warned these bitches that I’m taking niggas
Gave the brain for hours now he got me feeling dizzy dizzy 
Small but don’t forget ya ass is looking at some pretty titties
Sweet but I don’t sugar coat get right down to the nitty gritty
Hottest in my city now I call myself miss billy billy
Look so good in white you would thought I had cocaine money 
“I love him and he changed” bitch you looking like the same dummy
The fruits of my labor, ass fat and I don’t claim tummy
He might could be with you but deep inside that nigga love me love me
Switched the whole flow up and I still get on some hot shit
I swear it’s not the bitches it’s the niggas with the gossip
Turn my music up fuck it up make it repeat
H-o-n-e-y but you know I’m really sleazy 
My motto is the C.R.E.A.M i’m not talking bout the yeasty
Making so much chicken now my hands is feeling greasy 
Turn my music up fuck it up make it repeat
H-o-n-e-y but you know I’m really sleazy
 
He love me so much yes he know just how to please me
Buy me all this stuff LV’d up, next is GG
Turn my music up fuck it up make it repeat
H-o-n-e-y but you know I’m really sleazy