Cadbury Creme (ft TrippyThakid)

Baby gravy trippy, that’s the team
Jason rich baby (uh, uh, uh)
Gravy (bbno$)
It’s the smooth sounds of yung gravy and fuckin’ baby (baby)
We with ya lady

I’ve been thinkin’
You been wastin’ my time
All, all my time (baby gravy)
All, all my time

Flex, baby
It’s the season
Neck from ya ex
Every single evenin’
Bitch I’m freezin’ for no fuckin’ reason
I gave y’all the sauce and the spice and the seasonin’

Extra sweetenin’
Question mr. Money, what’s your seasonin’?
Min max all my time, I’m cookin’ up, you find me eatin’ it
Uh, hold up
I think your bitch just might’ve dropped a pin
Listen to your lady, she said “baby, you should ease it in”

I’m getting lucky, ain’t relyin’ on luck
I put my money in investments and I doubled it up
No need to stress about a drink of choice, it’s bud or the bud
When the baby gravy bust through, you know what fuck’s up
You should tell ‘em gravy
Ayy, ayy, don’t you hit my phone line
I don’t want your nudes, girl, I need alone time
Baby gravy 3 comin’ through in no time
So it’s go time, fuck a co-sign (that’s why I)

Flex, baby
It’s the season
Neck from ya ex like every single evenin’
Bitch I’m freezin’ for no fuckin’ reason
I gave y’all the sauce and the spice and the seasonin’

Extra sweetenin’
Question mr. Money, what’s your seasonin’?
Min max all my time, I’m cookin’ up, you find me eatin’ it
Uh, hold up
I think your bitch just might’ve dropped a pin
Listen to your lady, she said “baby you should ease it in”

So I put the sex in sexy (ooh)
Got becky clawin’ at my shirt tryin’ to undress me (uh)
Hot, hot damn, goddamn
I’m gettin’ the mozzarella
I’m the boss with the sauce, I’ve never been feelin’ better
Hot damn
Lemme give my thanks
All to tyra banks
Filled my piggy bank
Sugar mama thangs
Baby
My diamonds do the jazz hands
And that’s all I gotta say, baby

I’ve been thinkin’
You been wastin’ my time
All, all my time
All, all my time

I got your mom askin’ us for a pic (it’s fine)
She’s a six so I’d rather sip a fifth (on ice)
I’m finally healthy, yeah, how am I sick? (I’m fine)
Baby, baby, baby, baby
Man, I wish I was a player (oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah)
Sick of breakin’ rules, did the dirty with the mayor (hmm, hmm)
I be in that coochie like I’m fuckin’ tomb raider
Baby elevator
Gravy fridgerator
Posted with the lakers
We be stackin’ paper, baby
‘Cause bitch we goin’ up
And we cold as fuck
And we ballin’ baby

We’re the baby gravy, bitch