Creed (Explicit) - Ca$h Out

Written by：Pusha T/Ca$h Out

Feel good

Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks

Feel good when your money up

Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks

I sit back and roll up the trees

I swear that they didn't believe

I'm spraying my body with creed

100 b**ches feel the breeze

Got the trapping in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

I was posted on the curbs

These b**ches getting 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 wanting the recipe

I was rolling with extensions

I was just rolling through the trenches

I was cooking in the ditches

Made a junkie cooking dishes

But you know I ain't tripping yeah you gotta see my vision

Yeah they talking like this you gotta stand in the kitchen

I know you niggas really wishing

I know you wanna catch me slipping

I know you wanna see me fall off

But you see me in a new bentley

Feel good when your money up

Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks

I sit back and roll up the trees

I swear that they didn't believe

I'm spraying my body with creed

100 b**ches feel the breeze

Got the trapping 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 spraying my body with creed

Know these b**ches feel the breeze

Got the trapping in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans

Keep shoud in pos

Invitation to the white house

Cops ran in my white house

Blow bama meets obama

History you can't whiteout

Baltimore pull your bikes out

Mafia like 36

I can sell it for the 30 piece

Cut the brick up with the remix

They be talking 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

Sh*t I started in the v8

You was cool sellin'8 balls my phone chirp when they need weight

Call the lord when I need faith

Call your b**ch when I need face

Platinum motors on the dealer tag ferrari wagon got knee space

Luther camp bell 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

Stuffing your pockets with hundred bucks

I sit back and roll up the trees

I swear that they didn't believe

I'm spraying my body with creed

100 b**ches feel the breeze

Got the trapping in my jeans

Got the money in my jeans