Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2

"Good God Almighty, back in the old days
You know, years ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to
How to play it and you know whether it's and rock
But um, we just 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 this half as much
As we playing it for you, because we had a ball
real music is gonna last
All the other bullshit is here today and tomorrow"

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

After hours of Il
Or Sotto Sotto, just about women and vino
The like '91 Dan Marino
I swear this got 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 out of the deck now
I'm holdin' all the cards and wanna play chess now
I hear you talkin', say it twice so I you meant it
Fuck it, I don't even tint it, should know who's in it
I'm authentic, name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I playin' with you niggas at all
My classmates, they went on to be accountants
Or work their parents, but thinkin' back on how they treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an
Make everybody have to go through security
turn, bridges burn, you live and learn
With the ink, I could murder to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit just clickin' dog
You it's real when you are who you think you are

Cash rules 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, dolla-dolla y'all

Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had
The all black Maybach but I'm not a
Inside's whiter than Perry's face is
diamonds in my Jesús
I just might learn to speak
Japanese for the yen I'm handlin'
Hov, that's my handle
My saint's Don, light a candle
El Santo on the mantle
'Case y'all know, I speak Spanish too
to Worldwide 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 everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, bill y'all

Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake,
500 million, I got a pound
Niggas is frontin', upside-down cake
Get 'em a red nose, clown cakes
They never let you 'round cake
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
I've made more millionaires than the lotto did
made millions, Bigg made millions
Ye made millions, Just millions
Lyor made millions, Cam made
Beans tell you if he in his feelings
I'm in my bag
My eyes but my jet don't lag
A pair of Jordan 3's chase this cash
air bag just in case we crash
Uh, night was mad trill
I'm out of Advil, Jesus 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 still be lil' bro me dog
Like I should fall in line, like I alert niggas
When I'm to drop somethin' crazy and I say I'm the greatest of my generation
Like I should be different
Like I should be less and pessimistic
Like I should be way more nervous and dismissive
Like I should be on my best
And not talk my shit and do it major like the niggas who the way for us
Like I didn't study the to the letter
And understand that I'm not doin' it the same, man, I'm it better
Like I didn't make that clearer year
Like I should feel, I don't know, 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 it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for once
I her from time to time, she a mom now
I guess life forces us to calm down
I told her she could with me if she need to
I got a compound but I think she's
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 shouldn't have in the for the glory
He walked right past in the hallway 3 later I'm his artist
He probably remember that story
But that stick with me
Always believe when he called me
You never know, it could to you
And I just spent four Ferraris all on a new Bugatti
And did that shit cause something to do, yeah
I its just who I became dog
Nothing was the dog