Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah Jr. (born March 29, 1990), better known by his stag… Read Full Bio ↴Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah Jr. (born March 29, 1990), better known by his stage name Maxo Kream, is an American rapper and record producer from Alief, Texas. He has released four mixtapes, Retro Card (2012), Quicc Strikes (2013), #Maxo187 (2015), and The Persona Tape (2016). His debut album "Punken" was released in early 2018. His second Album "WEIGHT OF THE WORLD" was released on October 18 2021 and the Deluxe version was released July 27 2022.

CEE CEE
Maxo Kream Lyrics

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Break it up, huh
Break it up, huh
Maxo, Maxo

One, two, Dior, my shoe (my shoe)
Double C, my crib Chanel (Chanel)
Money blue like carbon blue (money blue)
Talkin' blue like Blu Cantrell (god damn)

Fishscale make a sale, no scale (scale)
Send the bail like "you got mail" (vroom)
We could link like URL (where you at?)
Lookin' like 12, I can tell he'll tell

Nigga ass soft like a pilly (pilly)
Fuck a nigga hoe, he jealous (he jealous)
Smoke in the air, I could smell it (what's that?)
If it's up then it's stuck, inhale it (inhale it)
Wrappin' up past like a deli (uh-huh)
Huh, machine gun on me, no Kelly (okay)
Huh, R&B singer, Beyonce, D
We don't do the back up like Kelly (hey)

One, two, Dior, my shoe (my shoe)
Double C, my crib Chanel (Chanel)
Money blue like carbon blue (money blue)
Talkin' blue like Blu Cantrell (god damn)
Fishscale make a sale, no scale (scale)
Send the bail like "you got mail" (vroom)
We could link like URL (where you at?)
Lookin' like 12, I can tell he'll tell

I, I got Chanel on the shoes, the bag, the glasses (uh-huh)
He thought he was he was hard, we turned him to ashes (what?)
We lay 'em down on they back and they asses
And it's goin' down like a wig, no laces
Drop a bag on your head, write off from my taxes (uh-huh)
These, these niggas fake than a bitch, they plastic (huh)
My niggas full up in hoods, smellin' like Crip, they movin' just like assassins
Aye-aye, we walkin' straight in the club, no pat down (uh-huh)
Big dog, bitch, you hoes better back down (huh)
Can't cuff a nigga 'cause they gettin' passed down
That nigga fucked, caught him with is pants down
Call her Rihanna 'cause we got her man down
He not runnin' plays, he just gettin' ran down (uh-huh)
I used to couldn't do it, but nigga, I can now (uh-huh)
I'm that bitch but I feel the man now

One, two, Dior, my shoe (my shoe)
Double C, my crib Chanel (Chanel)
Money blue like carbon blue (money blue)
Talkin' blue like Blu Cantrell (god damn)
Fishscale make a sale, no scale (scale)
Send the bail like "you got mail" (vroom)
We could link like URL (where you at?)
Lookin' like 12, I can tell he'll tell

Never been a punk, fight for the bottom bunk
Go to jail, you can ask my celly (get it, bitch)
Choppers on deck, and I walk down shit
Like DMX in Belly (whoa, whoa)
Country in my grammar like Nelly (llike Nelly)
Pops locked up like Melly (like Melly)
Free my old man out the celly (out the celly)
Had the cat Crip tattoo 'cross the belly (Kareem)
Fuck a red hoe, make her rub my belly
I rock, don't steal, that thieve shit petty
Take a box like Craig, move pounds like Jenny
I don't chase no hoe, I don't chase my Henny
Keep my hand on the semi when I'm ridin' through the city
Shoot the Glock at the opps 'til the cops come get me
Persona money gang (Maxo, Maxo), for money due (Maxo, goddamn)
Let me show you what that money do

One, two, Dior, my shoe (my shoe)
Double C, my crib Chanel (uh-huh)
Money blue like carbon blue (my what?)
Talkin' blue like Blu Cantrell (god damn)
Fishscale make a sale, no scale (scale)
Send the bail like "you got mail" (vroom)

We could link like URL (where you at?)
Lookin' like 12, I can tell he'll tell

Overall Meaning

The song "CEE CEE" by Maxo Kream featuring Monaleo is a braggadocious song that boasts about Maxo’s wealth and status. The song begins with the repetition of the phrase “Break it up”, which implies breaking up or chopping up drugs, referring to Maxo’s drug dealing history. Maxo goes on to brag about his expensive clothing, such as Dior shoes and a Chanel crib, and his money which is blue like carbon blue. He also references the R&B singer Beyoncé and the former Destiny's Child member Kelly Rowland, who famously fired Mathew Knowles as her manager. Maxo also mentions the fear of getting caught by the police or snitches and makes reference to his tough experience in jail. He then emphasizes his gangster-like persona and his desire for wealth and money.

Overall, Maxo’s lyrics paint a picture of a successful drug dealer who has made it out of the lifestyle, but still flexes his power and influence through his music. The song’s heavy trap beat and catchy hook make it a popular anthem for fans of Maxo and Monaleo.

Line by Line Meaning

Break it up, huh
Let's get started

One, two, Dior, my shoe (my shoe)
I wear designer and I'm proud of it

Double C, my crib Chanel (Chanel)
Everything I own is high-end

Money blue like carbon blue (money blue)
My wealth is deep and intense

Talkin' blue like Blu Cantrell (god damn)
My language reflects my wealth and power

Fishscale make a sale, no scale (scale)
My product is so good, people don't even need to weigh it

Send the bail like "you got mail" (vroom)
I'm always ready to help my boys out

We could link like URL (where you at?)
I'm always down to connect with people

Lookin' like 12, I can tell he'll tell
I can spot a narc from a mile away

Nigga ass soft like a pilly (pilly)
This dude is weak

Fuck a nigga hoe, he jealous (he jealous)
I'm not afraid to go after what I want, even if other guys are mad about it

Smoke in the air, I could smell it (what's that?)
Something's going down

If it's up then it's stuck, inhale it (inhale it)
I'm always ready to face any challenge

Wrappin' up past like a deli (uh-huh)
I'm wrapping up my business like they do at a deli

Huh, machine gun on me, no Kelly (okay)
I'm packing heat

Huh, R&B singer, Beyonce, D
I'm not backing down, even if it's like going up against Beyonce

We don't do the back up like Kelly (hey)
I'm not planning on backing down, like Kelly Rowland did in Destiny's Child

I, I got Chanel on the shoes, the bag, the glasses (uh-huh)
I'm dripping in Chanel

He thought he was he was hard, we turned him to ashes (what?)
We crushed this guy

We lay 'em down on they back and they asses
We're taking out our enemies

And it's goin' down like a wig, no laces
Things are getting real

Drop a bag on your head, write off from my taxes (uh-huh)
I'm getting cash however I can

These, these niggas fake than a bitch, they plastic (huh)
People are fake and plastic

My niggas full up in hoods, smellin' like Crip, they movin' just like assassins
My boys are out there doing some serious business

Aye-aye, we walkin' straight in the club, no pat down (uh-huh)
We're VIPs, they don't need to check us

Big dog, bitch, you hoes better back down (huh)
I'm the boss here

Can't cuff a nigga 'cause they gettin' passed down
I'm not getting caught

That nigga fucked, caught him with is pants down
We caught him red-handed

Call her Rihanna 'cause we got her man down
We took care of business

He not runnin' plays, he just gettin' ran down (uh-huh)
He's not as tough as he thinks he is

I used to couldn't do it, but nigga, I can now (uh-huh)
I've come a long way

I'm that bitch but I feel the man now
I'm a powerful person

Never been a punk, fight for the bottom bunk
I'm not afraid to fight my way to the top

Go to jail, you can ask my celly (get it, bitch)
I've been in jail before and I'm not proud of it

Choppers on deck, and I walk down shit
I'm got weapons and I'm ready to use them

Like DMX in Belly (whoa, whoa)
I'm tough like DMX in the movie Belly

Country in my grammar like Nelly (llike Nelly)
I keep it real

Pops locked up like Melly (like Melly)
My dad is in jail

Free my old man out the celly (out the celly)
I want my dad out of jail

Had the cat Crip tattoo 'cross the belly (Kareem)
I'm a Crip

Fuck a red hoe, make her rub my belly
I'm not interested in girls who are associated with the Bloods gang

I rock, don't steal, that thieve shit petty
I earn my money honestly

Take a box like Craig, move pounds like Jenny
I'm good at my hustle

I don't chase no hoe, I don't chase my Henny
I'm not interested in chasing girls or alcohol

Keep my hand on the semi when I'm ridin' through the city
I'm always ready for whatever comes my way

Shoot the Glock at the opps 'til the cops come get me
I'm not afraid to take my enemies out

Persona money gang (Maxo, Maxo), for money due (Maxo, goddamn)
I have a crew and we're all about making money

Let me show you what that money do
I have a lot of money and I want to flaunt it

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Benjamin Tolbert, Emekwanem Ogugua Biosah, Leondra Roshawn Gay, Michael E. Neil

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