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Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 Lyrics By Drake Featuring Jay Z

    part pound cake

    spoken jimmy smith
    good god almightylike back in the old days
    you know years ago they had the ar men to tell you what to play how to play it and you know whether it’s disco and rock
    but uh we just went in the studio and we did it
    we had the champagne in the studio of course
    you know 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 that other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow

    timbaland
    cash rules everything around me frikkifrikkifrik
    cream get theget theget theget the
    get theget theget theget the money dollardollar
    dddddollardollar dollardollar bill y’all y’all y’all
    cash rules everything around me cream
    get theget theget theget theget the
    get theget theget theget the monmonmoney
    frikkifrikkifrikki dollardollardollar bill y’all y’all y’all

    drake
    yeah
    uh after hours at il mulino
    or sotto sotto just talkin’ women and vino
    the contract like ‘9 dan marino
    i swear this guy michael rapino’s boosting 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 talking 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 s 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

    timbaland
    cash rules everything around me frikkifrikkifrik
    cream get theget theget theget the
    get theget theget theget the money dollardollar
    dddddollardollar dollardollar bill y’all y’all y’all
    cash rules everything around me cream
    get theget theget theget theget the
    get theget theget theget the monmonmoney
    frikkifrikkifrikki dollardollardollar bill y’all y’all y’all

    jayz
    uh i had benzes ‘fore you had braces
    the allblack 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 feeling us
    the homie said hov it ain’t many of us
    i told ’em less is more nigga is plenty of us

    timbaland
    cash rules everything around me frikkifrikkifrik
    cream get theget theget theget the
    get theget theget theget the money dollardollar
    dddddollardollar dollardollar bill y’all y’all y’all

    jayz
    cake cakecake cakecake cake
    five hundred million i got a pound cake
    niggas is frontin’ that’s upsidedown 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 icin’ on the cake
    cake cakecake cakecake 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 ‘s tryna chase this cash
    gucci airbag just in case we crash
    uh last night was mad trill
    i’m fresh out of adviljesus grab the wheel

    part paris morton music

    verse drake
    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 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 didn’t study the game to the letter
    and understand that i’m not doin’ it the same
    man i’m doing 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 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 she’s 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 what could happen to you
    and i just spent four ferraris all on a brand new bugatti
    and did that shit ’cause it’s somethin’ to do
    yeah i guess that’s just who i became dawg
    nothing was the same dawg

    Artist: Drake Featuring Jay Z

    Year: 2013

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 606