What that nigga want, God?
Word up, look out for the cops (Wu-Tang five-finger shit)
(Cash rules) word up, two for fives over here, baby
Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way, word up
Know what I'm sayin'? (Cash rules everything around me)
(C.R.E.A.M. get-)
Yeah, check this ol' fly shit out
Word up
(Cash rules everything around me) take you on a natural joint
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money) here we, here we go
(Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) check this shit, yo!

I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side
Staying alive was no jive
Had second hands, moms bounced on old man
So then we moved to Shaolin land
A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose
Only way I begin to G off was drug loot
And let's start it like this son, rollin' with this one
And that one, pullin' out gats for fun
But it was just a dream for the teen who was a fiend
Started smokin' woolas at sixteen
And running up in gates, and doing hits for high-stakes
Making my way on fire escapes
No question I would speed, for cracks and weed
The combination made my eyes bleed
No question I would flow off, and try to get the dough all
Sticking up white boys in ball courts
My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater
Times is rough and tuff like leather
Figured out I went the wrong route
So I got with a sick-ass click and went all out
Catchin' keys from 'cross seas
Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's
Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9
Ch-chick-pow, move from the gate now

Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

It's been twenty-two long hard years, I'm still strugglin'
Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make C.R.E.A.M.
Which failed I went to jail at the age of fifteen
A young buck sellin' drugs and such who never had much
Trying to get a clutch at what I could not
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin' going upstate's my destination
Handcuffed in back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
But as the world turned, I learned life is hell
Living in the world no different from a cell
Every day I 'scape from Jakes givin' chase, sellin' base
Smokin' bones in the staircase
Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed
But I'm still depressed, and I ask, "What's it worth?"
Ready to give up so I seek the Old Earth
Who explained working hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stickup kids, corrupt cops and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be living proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty's running wild smokin' sess drinkin' beer
And ain't trying to hear what I'm kickin' in his ear
Neglected, for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. (my niggas gots to do what they gotta do)
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (to get through, know what I'm sayin'?)

Cash rules everything around me ('cause you can't just get by no more)
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money (Word up)
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (you gotta get over, straight up and down)

Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all Writer/s: Alexander M. Fitts, Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, David Porter, Dennis D. Coles, Gary E. Grice, Isaac Hayes, Jason S. Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Matt Penttilla, Ray Cash, Robert F. Diggs, Russell T. Jones
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
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