Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2, artist - Drake.
Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 |
Cash rules everything around me |
C.R.E.A.M. |
get the money |
Dollar dollar bill y’all |
After hours at Il Mulino |
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' women and vino |
The contract like '91 Dan Marino |
I swear this guy Michael Rapino’s boostin' my ego |
Overly focused, it’s far from the time to rest now |
Debates growin' 'bout who they think is the best now |
Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now |
I’m holdin' all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now |
I hear you talkin', say it twice so I know you meant it |
Fuck it, I don’t even tint it, they should know who’s in it |
I’m authentic, real name, no gimmicks |
No game, no scrimmage, I ain’t playin' with you niggas at all |
My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants |
Or work with their parents, but thinkin' back on how they treated me |
My high school reunion might be worth an appearance |
Make everybody have to go through security clearance |
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn |
With the ink, I could murder word to my nigga Irv |
Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin' dog |
You know it’s real when you are who you think you are |
Cash rules everything around me |
C.R.E.A.M. |
get the money |
Dollar dollar bill y’all |
I had Benzes 'fore you had braces |
The all-black Maybach but I’m not a racist |
Inside’s whiter than Katy Perry’s face is |
Yellow diamonds in my Jesús |
I just might learn to speak Mandarin |
Japanese for the yen that I’m handlin' |
International Hov, that’s my handle |
My saint’s Changó, light a candle |
El Gran Santo on the mantle |
'Case y’all didn’t know, I speak Spanish too |
Shout out to Worldwide Wes |
Everywhere we go we leave a worldwide mess |
Yes, still Roc La Familia |
Says a lot about you if you not feelin' us |
The homie said, «Hov, it ain’t many of us.» |
I told him, «Less is more, niggas. |
It’s plenty of us.» |
Cash rules everything around me |
C.R.E.A.M. |
get the money |
Dollar dollar bill y’all |
Cake, cake cake cake cake cake |
500 million, I got a pound cake |
Niggas is frontin', that’s upside-down cake |
Get 'em a red nose, they clown cakes |
They shoulda never let you 'round cake |
Look at my neck, I got a carrot cake |
Now here’s the icing on the cake |
Cake, cake cake cake cake |
I’m just gettin' started, oh yeah we got it bitch |
I’ve done made more millionaires than the lotto did |
Dame made millions, Biggs made millions |
Ye made millions, Just made millions |
Lyor made millions, Cam made millions |
Beans’a tell you if he wasn’t in his feelings |
I’m back in my bag |
My eyes bloodshot but my jet don’t lag |
A pair of Jordan 3's tryna chase this cash |
Gucci air bag just in case we crash |
Uh, last night was mad trill |
I’m fresh out of Advil, Jesus, grab the wheel |
Look, fuck all that «Happy to be"here shit that y’all want me on |
I’m the big homie, they still be tryna little bro me dog |
Like I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas |
When I’m 'bout to drop somethin' crazy and not say I’m the greatest of my |
generation |
Like I should be dressin' different |
Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic |
Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive |
Like I should be on my best behavior |
And not talk my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved a way for us |
Like I didn’t study the game to the letter |
And understand that I’m not doin' it the same, man, I’m doin' it better |
Like I didn’t make that clearer this year |
Like I should feel-I don’t know-guilty for saying that |
They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself |
These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself |
But I thought, «Fuck."It's worth it to share it with someone else other than |
Paris for once |
I text her from time to time. |
She a mom now |
I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down |
I told her that she could live with me if she needs to. |
I got a compound but I think she straight |
'Cause she supported since Hot Beats |
Right before Wayne came and got me out of the back room |
Where I was rapping with Jas over beats |
That I shouldn’t have in the hopes for the glory |
He walked right past in the hallway three months later I’m his artist he |
probably wouldn’t remember that story |
But that shit stick with me always couldn’t believe when he called me you never |
know it could happen to you |
And I just spent four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti and did that shit |
'cause it’s something to do |
Yeah, I guess that’s just who I became, dog, nothing was the same, dog |