[Part 1: Pound Cake, Produced by Boi-1da]
[Intro: Jimmy Smith]
Good God Almighty. Like back in the old days. You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know whether its disco and rock but we just went in the studio and we did it. We had the champagne in the studio, of course, compliments of the company, and we just laid back and did it. So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. Because we had a ball. Only real music is gonna last, all the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow...
[Hook: Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill yall
[Verse 1: Drake]
After hours of Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talking women and vino
The contract like 91 Dan Marino
I swear this got Michael Rapinos boosting my ego
Overly focused, its far from the time to rest now
Debates growing bout who they think is the best now?
Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
Im holding all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now
I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I dont even tint it, they should know whos in it
Im authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I aint playing with you niggas at all
My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants
Or work with their parents, but thinking 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 clicking dog
You know its real when you are who you think you are
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jay Z]
I had Benzes fore you had braces
The all black Maybach but Im not a racist
Insides whiter than Katy Perrys face is
Yellow diamonds in my Jesús
I just might learn to speak Mandarin
Japanese for the yen that Im handling
International Hov, thats my handle
My saints Sean Don, light a candle
El Gran Santo on the mantle
Case yall didnt know, I speak Spanish too
Shout out to World Wide Wes
Everywhere we go, we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La Familia
Says a lot about you if you not feeling us
The homies said "Hov, it aint many of us"
I told em less is more niggas, plenty of us
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake
500 million, I got a pound cake
Niggas is fronting, thats 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 heres the icing on the cake
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uhh
Im just getting started, oh, yeah, we got it bitch
Ive 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
Beansll tell you if he wasnt in his feelings
Im back in my bag
My eyes bloodshot but my jet dont lag
A pair of Jordan 3s tryna chase this cash
Gucci air bag just in case we crash
Uh, last night was mad trill
Im fresh out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel
[Part 2: Paris Morton Music 2]
[Verse 1: Drake]
Look, fuck all that "Happy to be here" shit that yall want me on
Im the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me, dog
Like I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas
When Im bout to drop something crazy and not say Im the greatest
Of my generation, like I should be dressing 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 the way for us
Like I didnt study the game to the letter
And understand that Im not doing it the same, man, Im doing it better
Like I didnt make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I dont 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"
Its worth it to share em 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 she could live with me if she need to
I got a compound but I think shes straight
Cause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne came
And got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over beats that I shouldnt have in the hopes for the glory
He walked right past in the hallway, 3 months later, Im his artist
He probably wouldnt remember that story
But that shit stick with me
Always couldnt 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 its something to do
Yeah, I guess thats just who I became dog
Nothing was the same, dog
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[Intro: Jimmy Smith]
Good God Almighty. Like back in the old days. You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play, how to play it and you know whether its disco and rock but we just went in the studio and we did it. We had the champagne in the studio, of course, compliments of the company, and we just laid back and did it. So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. Because we had a ball. Only real music is gonna last, all the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow...
[Hook: Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill yall
[Verse 1: Drake]
After hours of Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talking women and vino
The contract like 91 Dan Marino
I swear this got Michael Rapinos boosting my ego
Overly focused, its far from the time to rest now
Debates growing bout who they think is the best now?
Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
Im holding all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now
I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I dont even tint it, they should know whos in it
Im authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I aint playing with you niggas at all
My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants
Or work with their parents, but thinking 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 clicking dog
You know its real when you are who you think you are
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jay Z]
I had Benzes fore you had braces
The all black Maybach but Im not a racist
Insides whiter than Katy Perrys face is
Yellow diamonds in my Jesús
I just might learn to speak Mandarin
Japanese for the yen that Im handling
International Hov, thats my handle
My saints Sean Don, light a candle
El Gran Santo on the mantle
Case yall didnt know, I speak Spanish too
Shout out to World Wide Wes
Everywhere we go, we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La Familia
Says a lot about you if you not feeling us
The homies said "Hov, it aint many of us"
I told em less is more niggas, plenty of us
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake
500 million, I got a pound cake
Niggas is fronting, thats 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 heres the icing on the cake
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uhh
Im just getting started, oh, yeah, we got it bitch
Ive 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
Beansll tell you if he wasnt in his feelings
Im back in my bag
My eyes bloodshot but my jet dont lag
A pair of Jordan 3s tryna chase this cash
Gucci air bag just in case we crash
Uh, last night was mad trill
Im fresh out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel
[Part 2: Paris Morton Music 2]
[Verse 1: Drake]
Look, fuck all that "Happy to be here" shit that yall want me on
Im the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me, dog
Like I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas
When Im bout to drop something crazy and not say Im the greatest
Of my generation, like I should be dressing 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 the way for us
Like I didnt study the game to the letter
And understand that Im not doing it the same, man, Im doing it better
Like I didnt make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I dont 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"
Its worth it to share em 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 she could live with me if she need to
I got a compound but I think shes straight
Cause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne came
And got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over beats that I shouldnt have in the hopes for the glory
He walked right past in the hallway, 3 months later, Im his artist
He probably wouldnt remember that story
But that shit stick with me
Always couldnt 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 its something to do
Yeah, I guess thats just who I became dog
Nothing was the same, dog