Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creed, artist - Ca$h Out. Date of issue: 06.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Creed |
| Feel good when your money up |
| Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks |
| I sit back and roll up the trees |
| I swear that they didn’t believe |
| I’m sprayin' my body with Creed |
| 100 bitches feel the breeze |
| Got the trappin' in my jeans |
| Got the money in my jeans |
| I was posted on the curbs |
| These bitches gettin' on my nerves |
| My shooters they ready to purge |
| I did it, I whip it and serve |
| Crime pay all my luxury |
| right next to me |
| I know that you wanna stand next to me |
| I know that you wantin' the recipe |
| I was rollin' with extensions |
| I was just rollin' through the trenches |
| I was cookin' in the ditches |
| Made a junkie cookin' dishes |
| But you know I ain’t trippin', yeah you gotta see my vision |
| Yeah, they talkin' like this you gotta stand in the kitchen |
| I know you niggas really wishin' |
| I know you wanna catch me slippin' |
| I know you wanna see me fall off |
| But you see me in a new Bentley |
| Feel good when your money up |
| Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks |
| I sit back and roll up the trees |
| I swear that they didn’t believe |
| I’m sprayin' my body with Creed |
| 100 bitches feel the breeze |
| Got the trappin' in my jeans |
| Got the money in my jeans |
| Got the money in my jeans |
| Got the money in my jeans |
| Got the money in my jeans |
| Got the money in my jeans |
| I’m sprayin' my body with Creed |
| Know these bitches feel the breeze |
| Got the trappin' in my jeans |
| Got the money in my jeans |
| Invitation to The White House |
| Cops ran in my white house |
| Blowbama meets Obama |
| History you can’t whiteout |
| Baltimore pull your bikes out |
| Mafia like 3−6 |
| I can sell it for the 30 piece |
| Cut the brick up with the remix |
| They be talkin' at the precinct |
| I can tell you 'bout the G6 |
| They can tell you when the drought come |
| I can tell you when the keys hit |
| Never did I own a V6 |
| Shit, I started in the V8 |
| You was cool sellin' 8Balls, my phone chirp when they need weight |
| Call the lord when I need faith |
| Call your bitch when I need face |
| Platinum motors on the dealer tag, Ferrari wagon got knee space |
| Luther Campbell, if you need bass |
| Bench pressing like I free weight |
| 'Case the FED’s wanna retrace, it was all done on my pre-paid |
| Yea |
| Feel good when your money up |
| Stuffin' your pockets with hundred bucks |
| I sit back and roll up the trees |
| I swear that they didn’t believe |
| I’m sprayin' my body with Creed |
| 100 bitches feel the breeze |
| Got the trappin' in my jeans |
| Got the money in my jeans |