Lyrics Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 - Drake, Jay-Z

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