Cream Soda Lyrics Quando Rondo

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Cream Soda Lyrics Quando Rondo
Cream Soda Lyrics Quando Rondo

Song:– Cream Soda

Singer:– Quando Rondo

Album:– 3860

Producer:– Kutoff, LMC (Producer), Flowboyprod & Indyah

Written:– Quando Rondo, LMC (Producer), Indyah & Kutoff

Label:– Quando Rondo, LLC, Never Broke Again & Atlantic Records

Cream Soda Lyrics Quando Rondo

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It’s your boy Quando and I woke up this morning
With all this cash money, I got all this cash on me

[Verse 1]
New money, blue money, I’m tired (I’m tired)
I don’t know why I tried her (Why I tried her)
Said I’ma fuck her one time, then I hit again (Oh)
Turning pennies to a dime, I just hit the licks (QRN)

[Chorus]
The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil’ woadie on them double cups
Twenty bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin’ yola, run the cheddar up (Skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona, that shit sick as fuck
Pass her to the homie like I’m Romo, damn, she thick as fuck
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci’ runners
Bad bitch look like Kash Doll, she’s a hottie just like Meg’ Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin’ ’round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer

[Verse 2]
A milli’, that ain’t nothin’ to me, I ran that shit up more than once
I’m really, really from the streets and ain’t nobody put me on
I like my bitches like my cars, I swear to God that all ’em foreign
My closet worth about two hundred, Amiri sneaks, I never wore ’em
Bad bitch just like Lauren London, shop inside designer stores
Clean up crew, we do our chores, I count up blues every time I’m bored
All blue the Aventador, make that shit say, “Neighborhood”
I can make a 10-4, just break ’em down and sell ’em whole
We get ’em in and get ’em gone, your bitch like how I put it on
A molly when she out of yola, I came from catchin’ sales on corners
Digi scales in California, go to jail, they try to clone you
Play for keeps, we put you under, AMG like fuck a Honda

[Chorus]
The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil’ woadie on them double cups
Twenty bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin’ yola, run the cheddar up (Skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona, that shit sick as fuck
Pass her to the homie like I’m Romo, damn, she thick as fuck
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci’ runners
Bad bitch look like Kash Doll, she’s a hottie just like Meg’ Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin’ ’round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer

[Verse 3]
Vince Carter, left his whole damn arm in the rim (Arm in the rim)
Wrist water, I bet I could fuck Ms. Parker, she a ten (She a ten)
Different colored bitches, sorta like Crayola, I could pick (I could pick)
Road to riches, throw that Benz right off in sport mode, let it hit (Skrrt)
Nowadays, jump off the porch and need a glizzy with a switch (Grrah)
Cartiers, I could see the hate, they know I’m super rich (I’m super rich)
Broad day with no license plates, we rock out with them sticks (Bah)
Broadway, worth ’bout fifty K, you play, I’ll send a blitz
Rod Wave, I’m dyin’ in these Cuban links, that’s off the rip (That’s off the rip)
I know they hate to see me shinin’, I’m just tryna pay the bills (Tryna pay the bills)
Purple baby, my lil’ homies thuggin’, thunder off the hip (They off the hip)
“Fuck you, pay me,” that’s the motto, homie, Glocks, extended clips

[Chorus]
The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil’ woadie on them double cups
Twenty bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin’ yola, run the cheddar up (Skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona, that shit sick as fuck
Pass her to the homie like I’m Romo, damn, she thick as fuck
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci’ runners
Bad bitch look like Kash Doll, she’s a hottie just like Meg’ Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin’ ’round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer

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