Quando Rondo - Cream Soda Lyrics (2024)

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Yeah, yeah, yeahIt's your boy Quando and I woke up this mornin'With all this cash money, I got all this cash on meNew money, blue money, I'm tired (I'm tired)I don't know why I tried her (why I tried her)Said I'ma f*ck her one time, then I hit again (oh)Turnin' pennies to a dime, I just hit the licks (QRN)The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cupsTwenty bags of OG, hit the road and make it double upI did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level upTrap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)Cashed out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weatherAudemars was golden, no Corona, that sh*t sick as f*ckPass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as f*ckI done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truckMan down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him upBands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runnersBad bitch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee StallionStylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyerA milli', that ain't nothin' to me, I ran that sh*t up more than onceI'm really, really from the streets and ain't nobody put me onI like my bitches like my cars, I swear to God that all 'em foreignMy closet worth about two hundred, Amiri sneaks, I never wore 'emBad bitch just like Lauren London, shop inside designer storesClean up crew, we do our chores, I count up blues every time I'm boredAll blue the Aventador, make that sh*t say, "Neighborhood"I can make a ten or four, just break 'em down and sell 'em wholeWe get 'em in and get 'em gone, your bitch like how I put it onA molly wishin' I'ma owe her, I came from catchin' sales on cornersDigi' scales in California, go to jail, they try to clone youPlay for keeps, we put you under, AMG like f*ck a HondaThe Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cupsTwenty bags of OG, hit the road and make it double upI did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level upTrap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)Cashed out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weatherAudemars was golden, no Corona, that sh*t sick as f*ckPass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as f*ckI done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truckMan down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him upBands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runnersBad bitch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee StallionStylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyerVince Carter, left his whole damn arm in the rim (arm in the rim)Wrist water, I bet I could f*ck 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 with 'bout 50K, you play, I'll send a blitzRod 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)"F*ck you, pay me," that's the motto, homie, Glocks, extended clipsThe Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cupsTwenty bags of OG, hit the road and make it double upI did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level upTrap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)Cashed out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weatherAudemars was golden, no Corona, that sh*t sick as f*ckPass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as f*ckI done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truckMan down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him upBands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runnersBad bitch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee StallionStylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer

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