Quando Rondo - Cream Soda | Lyrics
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your boy Quando, and I ran up this money
All this cash money
I got all this cash on me
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 (Ohh)
Turn them pennies to a dime, I just hit a lick (QRN)
Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' whoadie on the double cups
Twenty bags of OG, 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 (Skah)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemar was gold, and no Corona', that shit sick as fuck
Pass it 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, and I might cash out on yo' body, I can hit him up
Bands out for Pateks from some Versace and some Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Cash Doll, she's a Hardy just like Megan Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri fly
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 of them 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 until I'm bored
All blue that Aventador, make that shit say, "Neighborhood"
I can make a tenth of Forgies, break 'em down and sell 'em all
We get 'em in and get 'em gone
Yo' bitch like how I put it on
Molly [?]
I can't be catchin' sales or comas
[?] in California, go to jail and try to clone me
Play for keeps, we put you under
AMG, like fuck her harder
Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' whoadie on the double cups
Twenty bags of OG, 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 (Skah)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemar was gold, and no Corona', that shit sick as fuck
Pass it 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, and I might cash out on yo' body, I can hit him up
Bands out for Pateks from some Versace and some Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Cash Doll, she's a Hardy just like Megan Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri fly
Vince Carter left his whole damn arm in a rim (Arm in a rim)
Wrist water, I bet I could fuck Ms. Parker, she a ten (She a ten)
Different colored bitches, shawty like Crayola, I could pick (I could pick)
Road to riches, throw that Benz right on the sport mode, let it hit (Skrrt)
Nowadays, jump right 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 plate, we rock out with them sticks (Bah)
Broadway worth 'bout fifty K, you play us, we sent a blitz
Rod Wave, I'm dyin' off 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 moto homie, Glocks, extended clips
They got the—
Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' whoadie on the double cups
Twenty bags of OG, 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 (Skah)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemar was gold, and no Corona', that shit sick as fuck
Pass it 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, and I might cash out on yo' body, I can hit him up
Bands out for Pateks from some Versace and some Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Cash Doll, she's a Hardy just like Megan Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri fly
It's your boy Quando, and I ran up this money
All this cash money
I got all this cash on me
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 (Ohh)
Turn them pennies to a dime, I just hit a lick (QRN)
Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' whoadie on the double cups
Twenty bags of OG, 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 (Skah)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemar was gold, and no Corona', that shit sick as fuck
Pass it 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, and I might cash out on yo' body, I can hit him up
Bands out for Pateks from some Versace and some Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Cash Doll, she's a Hardy just like Megan Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri fly
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 of them 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 until I'm bored
All blue that Aventador, make that shit say, "Neighborhood"
I can make a tenth of Forgies, break 'em down and sell 'em all
We get 'em in and get 'em gone
Yo' bitch like how I put it on
Molly [?]
I can't be catchin' sales or comas
[?] in California, go to jail and try to clone me
Play for keeps, we put you under
AMG, like fuck her harder
Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' whoadie on the double cups
Twenty bags of OG, 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 (Skah)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemar was gold, and no Corona', that shit sick as fuck
Pass it 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, and I might cash out on yo' body, I can hit him up
Bands out for Pateks from some Versace and some Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Cash Doll, she's a Hardy just like Megan Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri fly
Vince Carter left his whole damn arm in a rim (Arm in a rim)
Wrist water, I bet I could fuck Ms. Parker, she a ten (She a ten)
Different colored bitches, shawty like Crayola, I could pick (I could pick)
Road to riches, throw that Benz right on the sport mode, let it hit (Skrrt)
Nowadays, jump right 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 plate, we rock out with them sticks (Bah)
Broadway worth 'bout fifty K, you play us, we sent a blitz
Rod Wave, I'm dyin' off 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 moto homie, Glocks, extended clips
They got the—
Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' whoadie on the double cups
Twenty bags of OG, 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 (Skah)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemar was gold, and no Corona', that shit sick as fuck
Pass it 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, and I might cash out on yo' body, I can hit him up
Bands out for Pateks from some Versace and some Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Cash Doll, she's a Hardy just like Megan Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri fly
