conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Cream with the following description: This track is on Maino’s upcoming album, The Day After Tomorrow.
  It features Lil Wayne.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook x2]
  I’m about cream, I’ma, I’ma ’bout cream (about that)
  I’m about cream, I’ma, I’ma ’bout cream
  About that money and about that cream (hey, hey, hey)
  I’m about cream, I’ma, I’ma ’bout cream
  [Verse 1: Maino]
  I’m about cream, homie I’m about cash
  I’m about dollar signs, where that brown bag?
  I’m a big boy, 3 stacks, Outkast
  For that bread I be in your house like
  I go deaf ears if it ain't about no dough
  Porsche mind state this my Panamera flow
  Offshore Royal oak, I got diamonds in ‘em
  Gucci jean suit, keep a couple thousand in ‘em
  Came up hard, handle food in the refrigerator
  Now these haters can’t breath need a respirator
  Women beep me every time they see me
  Sippin’ DP on my way to DC
  Ask niggas out in Florida they know me well
  Pretty bitches say I’m crazy out in ACL
  Fuck the bullshit baby I’m about mine
  Champagne in the air, it’s about time
  [Hook] [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Just left my PO and everything kosher
  Bitch I’m gettin' money like the end gettin' closer
  Money on my mind, pussy on my radar
  Bitch I’m gettin' paid, I’m on my Bernie Madoff
  Money talks, bullshit walks, cut the legs off
  Aim at your egg, turn that shit to eggnog
  And if I fall, my money is my cushion
  Niggas can’t see me like they not lookin'
  To the red flag, I pledge of allegiance
  Y’all bitches don’t want beef like vegans
  I don’t have a care and if I do I take care of it
  Haters dead waitin', I ain’t with that Pall-bearer shit
  Never played lotto, I don’t believe in luck
  They tried to send me sugar, wasn’t sweet enough
  Maino what's poppin? hustle hard nigga
  This that money train, all aboard nigga
  [Hook X2]
  [Verse 3: Maino]
  I’m about cream, homie I’m about bread
  I’m about bad bitches that’s about head
  I’m about to ride by hangin' out the Benz
  We gettin' money like we never heard about of the feds
  The black Bentley Coupe rollin’ like the Bat-mobile
  I feel 8 feet tall, man I’m Shaq O'neal
  I’m about guap baby, I’m about cake
  I push a button and the doors to about face
  Whats poppin' mami, I be gettin’ money now
  I’m from Brooklyn, but they love me out in Houston now
  Sayin' “hi” to life, bye to my broke days
  I’m about a dollar, everyday all day [Hook]