Creme De La Creme - B.o.B

I go Willie B., I go Harambe

I go Mutombo, Dikembe

Get that Lewinsky, Will Smith pay, Independence day

No Scientology, I know my geography

Roll up these collard greens

I came up from poverty, now fuck off my property

Fuck off my, my property, fuck off my property

My property

I don’t notice them, them, creme de la creme

I don’t fuck with them, creme de la creme

And if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme)

I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)

And if I ever leave this place again

I don’t notice them, creme de la creme

I got my own lane

Since i was a kid I was a grown man

I don’t need no new friends

Funny how they smile and they grin

True colors are hiding within

It’s easy to slide and pretend

When you at a disquise of a friend

Wonder would she ride if i wasn’t in a 500 benz

I don’t know I don’t get the shit

Why fuck with hoes that ain’t interested

Smoke all your weed, drink all your liquor and Snapchat the shit like it’s

Christmas gifts, goddamn

Shit, I know 'cause I witnessed it

It’s all about how they leave your life

It’s never about how they entered it (creme)

I don’t notice them, them, creme de la creme

I don’t fuck with them, creme de la creme

And if I ever let this play again (creme de la creme)

I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)

And if I ever leave this place again

I don’t notice them, creme de la creme

I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)

And if I ever leave this place again (creme de la creme)

I could touch the sky (creme de la creme)