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Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 (feat. Jay-Z) [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 it's 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 [Timbaland] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [Drake] Yeah, 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 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, 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 [Timbaland] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all Every single round y'all C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [Jay Z] 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 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 homies said "Hov, it ain't many of us" I told 'em "Less is more niggas, plenty of us" [Timbaland] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [Jay Z] 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 Now here's the icin' on the cake Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uhh 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 feelins 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