Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2

"Good God Almighty, like back in the old
You know, 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
But um, we went in the studio and we did it
We had in the studio, of course, you know
Compliments of the company, and we just back and did it
So we hope you enjoy listening to album half as much
As we enjoyed it for you, because we had a ball
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 of Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' about women and
The contract like '91 Dan
I swear got Michael Rapino boostin' my ego
Overly focused, far from the time to rest now
Debates growing 'bout who think is the best now
Took a while, got the jokers out of the now
I'm holdin' all the and niggas wanna play chess now
I you talkin', say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don't even it, they should know who's in it
I'm authentic, real name, no
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' you niggas at all
My classmates, they went on to be chartered
Or work their parents, but thinkin' back on how they treated me
My high school might be worth an appearance
Make everybody have to go through security
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and
With the ink, I could word to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit started clickin' dog
You know real when you are who you think you are

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

Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had
The all black but I'm not a racist
Inside's whiter than Katy Perry's is
Yellow in my Jesús
I just 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
y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too
Shoutout to Wes
Everywhere we go we leave a worldwide
Yes, still Roc La
Says a lot you if you not feelin' us
The homie said "Hov, there many of us"
I told him less is more, nigga it's of us

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

Yeah uh, look, fuck all that happy to be here shit that y'all me on
I'm the big homie, they be tryna lil' bro me dog
Like I should fall in line, I should alert niggas
When I'm 'bout to drop somethin' and I say I'm the greatest of my generation
I should be dressin' different
Like I should be aggressive and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and dismissive
Like I be on my best behavior
And not my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I study the game to the letter
And understand that I'm not doin' it the same, man, I'm doin' it
Like I didn't make clearer this year
Like I should feel, I know, guilty for saying that
They should put a couple more in here so I can stare at myself
These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with
But I "Fuck it"
It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than for once
I text her 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 compound but I she's straight
Cause she supported Hot Beats right before Wayne came
And got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over beats I shouldn't have in the for the glory
He walked right past in the hallway 3 later I'm his artist
He probably wouldn't that story
But shit stick with me
Always couldn't believe he called me
You never know, it happen to you
And I just four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
And did that cause it's something to do, yeah
I guess its just who I dog
Nothing was the dog