Pound Cake/Paris Morton Music 2
"Good God Almighty, like back in the old daysYou know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to playHow to play it and you know whether it's disco and rockBut um, we just went in the studio and we did itWe had champagne in the studio, of course, you knowCompliments of the company, and we just laid back and did itSo we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as muchAs we enjoyed playing it for you, because we had a ballOnly real music is gonna lastAll the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow"
Cash rules everything around meC.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all
After hours of Il MulinoOr Sotto Sotto, just talkin' about women and vinoThe contract like '91 Dan MarinoI swear this got Michael Rapino boostin' my egoOverly focused, it's far from the time to rest nowDebates growing 'bout who they think is the best nowTook a while, got the jokers out of the deck nowI'm holdin' all the cards and niggas wanna play chess nowI hear you talkin', say it twice so I know you meant itFuck it, I don't even tint it, they should know who's in itI'm authentic, real name, no gimmicksNo game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you niggas at allMy classmates, they went on to be chartered accountantsOr work with their parents, but thinkin' back on how they treated meMy high school reunion might be worth an appearanceMake everybody have to go through security clearanceTables turn, bridges burn, you live and learnWith the ink, I could murder word to my nigga IrvYeah, I swear shit just started clickin' dogYou know it's real when you are who you think you are
Cash rules everything around meC.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'allCash rules everything around meC.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all
Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had bracesThe all black Maybach but I'm not a racistInside's whiter than Katy Perry's face isYellow diamonds in my JesúsI just might learn to speak MandarinJapanese for the yen that I'm handlin'International Hov, that's my handleMy saint's Sean Don, light a candleEl Gran Santo on the mantle'Case y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish tooShoutout to Worldwide WesEverywhere we go we leave a worldwide messYes, still Roc La FamiliaSays a lot about you if you not feelin' usThe homie said "Hov, there ain't many of us"I told him less is more, nigga it's plenty of us
Cash rules everything around meC.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake500 million, I got a pound cakeNiggas is frontin', that's upside-down cakeGet 'em a red nose, they clown cakesThey shoulda never let you 'round cakeLook at my neck, I got a carrot cakeNow here's the icing on the cakeCake, cake-cake, cake-cakeUh I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah we got it bitchI've done made more millionaires than the lotto didDame made millions, Bigg made millionsYe made millions, Just made millionsLyor made millions, Cam made millionsBeans tell you if he wasn't in his feelingsI'm back in my bagMy eyes bloodshot but my jet don't lagA pair of Jordan 3's tryna chase this cashGucci air bag just in case we crashUh, last night was mad trillI'm fresh out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel
Yeah uh, look, fuck all that happy to be here shit that y'all want me onI'm the big homie, they still be tryna lil' bro me dogLike I should fall in line, like I should alert niggasWhen I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy and I say I'm the greatest of my generationLike I should be dressin' differentLike I should be less aggressive and pessimisticLike I should be way more nervous and less dismissiveLike I should be on my best behaviorAnd not talk my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved the way for usLike I didn't study the game to the letterAnd understand that I'm not doin' it the same, man, I'm doin' it betterLike I didn't make that clearer this yearLike I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying thatThey should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myselfThese are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myselfBut I thought "Fuck it"It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for onceI text her from time to time, she a mom nowI guess sometimes life forces us to calm downI told her she could live with me if she need toI got a compound but I think she's straightCause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne cameAnd got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over beats I shouldn't have in the hopes for the gloryHe walked right past in the hallway 3 months later I'm his artistHe probably wouldn't remember that storyBut that shit stick with meAlways couldn't believe when he called meYou never know, it could happen to youAnd I just spent four Ferraris all on a brand new BugattiAnd did that shit cause it's something to do, yeahI guess its just who I became dogNothing was the same dog