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 whether it's disco and
But um, we just went in the and we did it
We had in the studio, of course, you know
of the company, and we just laid back and did it
So we hope you enjoy listening to this album as much
As we enjoyed playing it for you, we had a ball
Only real music is last
All the other bullshit is today and gone tomorrow"

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

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

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

Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had
The all black Maybach but I'm not a
whiter than Katy Perry's face is
Yellow in my Jesús
I might learn to speak Mandarin
Japanese for the yen I'm handlin'
Hov, that's my handle
My Sean Don, light a candle
El Gran on the mantle
y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too
Shoutout to Wes
Everywhere we go we leave a mess
Yes, Roc La Familia
Says a lot about you if you not us
The homie said "Hov, there many of us"
I told him less is more, nigga it's of us

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

Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake,
500 million, I got a cake
is frontin', that's upside-down cake
Get 'em a red nose, they clown
They shoulda never let you cake
Look at my neck, I got a cake
Now the icing on the cake
Cake, cake-cake,
Uh I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah we got it
I've done more millionaires than the lotto did
Dame made millions, made millions
Ye millions, Just made millions
Lyor made millions, Cam made
Beans tell you if he wasn't in his
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 was mad trill
I'm fresh out of Advil, grab the wheel

Yeah uh, look, fuck all that happy to be shit that y'all want me on
I'm the big homie, they still be tryna bro me dog
Like I fall in line, like I should alert niggas
When I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy and I say I'm the of my generation
Like I should be dressin'
Like I should be aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and dismissive
Like I should be on my best
And not talk my and do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I didn't the game to the letter
And understand I'm not doin' it the same, man, I'm doin' it better
I didn't make that clearer this year
Like I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying
They should put a more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself
These are usually just some thoughts I would share with myself
But I "Fuck it"
It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for
I text her time to time, she a mom now
I guess sometimes life forces us to down
I her she could live with me if she need to
I got a compound but I she's straight
Cause she supported since Hot Beats right Wayne 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 past in the hallway 3 months later I'm his artist
He probably wouldn't that story
But that shit with me
Always believe when he called me
You know, it could happen to you
And I just four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
And did that shit cause it's something to do,
I guess its who I became dog
Nothing was the dog