Lyrics Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 - Jay-Z , Drake
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
it's
disco
or
rock
But
um,
we
just
went
in
the
studio
and
we
did
it
We
had
champagne
in
the
studio,
of
course,
you
know
Compliments
of
the,
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
that
other
bullshit
is
here
today
and
gone
tomorrow"
Cash
rules
everything
around
me,
frikki-frikki-frik
C.R.E.A.M.;
get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
Get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
money,
dollar-dollar
D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar,
dollar-dollar
bill
y'all
(y'all,
y'all)
Cash
rules
everything
around
me,
C.R.E.A.M
Get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
Get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
mon-mon-money
Frikki-frikki-frikki,
dollar-dollar-dollar
bill
y'all
(y'all,
y'all)
Yeah
Uh,
after
hours
of
Il
Mulino
Or
Sotto
Sotto,
just
talkin'
about
women
and
vino
The
contract
like
'91
Dan
Marino
I
swear
this
got
Michael
Rapinos
boostin'
my
ego
Overly
focused,
it's
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
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,
frikki-frikki-frik
C.R.E.A.M.;
get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
Get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
money,
dollar-dollar
D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar,
dollar-dollar
bill
y'all
(y'all,
y'all)
Cash
rules
everything
around
me,
C.R.E.A.M
Get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
Get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
mon-mon-money
Frikki-frikki-frikki,
dollar-dollar-dollar
bill
y'all
(y'all,
y'all)
Uh,
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,
uh
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
feelin'
us
The
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
me,
frikki-frikki-frik
C.R.E.A.M.;
get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
Get
the-get
the-get
the-get
the
money,
dollar-dollar
D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar,
dollar-dollar
bill
y'all
(y'all,
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
karat
cake,
uh
Now
here's
the
icing
on
the
cake
Cake,
cake-cake,
cake-cake
Uh
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
Uh,
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
Yeah
uh,
look,
fuck
all
that
happy
to
be
here
shit
that
y'all
want
me
on
I'm
the
big
homie,
they
still
be
tryna
lil'
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
the
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"
It's
worth
it
to
share
'em
with
someone
else
more
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
need
to
I
got
a
compound
but
I
think
she's
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
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
dawg
Nothing
was
the
same
dawg
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