Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2

"Good God Almighty, back in the old days
You know, years ago had the A&R men to tell you what to play
How to play it and you know it's disco and rock
But um, we went in the studio and we did it
We had champagne in the studio, of course, you
Compliments of the company, and we just laid and did it
So we hope you enjoy listening to album half as much
As we enjoyed playing it for you, because we had a
Only real music is last
All the other bullshit is here today and tomorrow"

rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla y'all

After hours of Il
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' about and vino
The like '91 Dan Marino
I swear this got Michael boostin' my ego
Overly focused, it's far the time to rest now
Debates 'bout who they think is the best now
Took a while, got the out of the deck now
I'm holdin' all the and niggas wanna play chess now
I you talkin', say it twice so I know you meant it
it, I don't even tint it, they should know who's in it
I'm authentic, real name, no
No game, no scrimmage, I playin' with you niggas at all
My classmates, went on to be chartered accountants
Or work with their parents, but thinkin' on how they treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an
Make everybody have to go security clearance
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and
the ink, I could murder word to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear just started clickin' dog
You know it's real you are who you think you are

Cash everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla y'all
Cash rules around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, bill y'all

Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had
The all Maybach but I'm not a racist
Inside's whiter Katy Perry's face is
Yellow in my Jesús
I might learn to speak Mandarin
for the yen that I'm handlin'
International Hov, my handle
My saint's Don, light a candle
El Santo on the mantle
'Case y'all know, I speak Spanish too
Shoutout to Wes
Everywhere we go we leave a mess
Yes, still Roc La
a lot about you if you not feelin' us
The homie said "Hov, there many of us"
I told him less is more, nigga plenty of us

Cash rules around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill

Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake,
500 million, I got a pound
Niggas is frontin', that's upside-down
Get 'em a red nose, they clown
They shoulda never let you 'round
Look at my neck, I got a carrot
Now here's the on the cake
Cake, cake-cake,
Uh I'm just started, oh yeah we got it bitch
I've done more millionaires than the lotto did
Dame made millions, Bigg made
Ye made millions, Just millions
Lyor made millions, Cam millions
tell you if he wasn't in his feelings
I'm in my bag
My eyes bloodshot but my jet lag
A pair of Jordan 3's tryna chase cash
Gucci air bag just in we crash
Uh, last night was mad
I'm fresh out of Advil, grab the wheel

uh, look, fuck all that happy to be here shit that y'all want me on
I'm the big homie, they be tryna lil' bro me dog
I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas
When I'm 'bout to somethin' crazy and I say I'm the greatest of my generation
Like I be dressin' different
Like I should be aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way nervous and less dismissive
Like I should be on my best
And not talk my shit and do it like the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I didn't study the to the letter
And understand that I'm not it the same, man, I'm doin' it better
Like I make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I don't know, guilty for that
They should put a couple more in here so I can stare at myself
These are usually just some thoughts that I share with myself
But I "Fuck it"
It's worth it to share 'em someone else more than Paris for once
I her from time to time, she a mom now
I guess sometimes life forces us to calm
I told her she live with me if she need to
I got a but I think she's straight
Cause she supported since Hot Beats right before came
And got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over beats I have in the hopes for the glory
He walked right in the hallway 3 months later I'm his artist
He probably wouldn't remember story
But shit stick with me
Always couldn't believe he called me
You know, it could happen to you
And I just spent Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
And did shit cause it's something to do, yeah
I its just who I became dog
Nothing was the dog