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"Good God Almighty, like back in the old
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 champagne in the studio, of course, you
Compliments of the company, and we laid back and did it
So we hope you listening to this album half as much
As we enjoyed it for you, because we had a ball
Only real is gonna last
All the other bullshit is here and gone tomorrow"

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

After of Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' women and vino
The contract '91 Dan Marino
I swear this got Rapino boostin' my ego
Overly focused, it's far from the time to now
Debates growing 'bout who they is the best now
Took a while, got the jokers out of the now
I'm holdin' all the cards and niggas play chess now
I you talkin', say it twice so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don't even tint it, they should who's in it
I'm authentic, name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' you niggas at all
My classmates, they on to be chartered accountants
Or work with parents, but thinkin' back on how they treated me
My high school reunion might be worth an
Make have to go through security clearance
Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and
With the ink, I could murder word to my Irv
Yeah, I shit just started clickin' dog
You know it's when you are who you think you are

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

Uh, I had Benzes 'fore you had
The all Maybach but I'm not a racist
Inside's than Katy Perry's face is
diamonds in my Jesús
I just might learn to Mandarin
Japanese for the yen that I'm
Hov, that's 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
we go we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La
Says a lot about you if you not us
The homie said "Hov, there ain't of us"
I told him less is more, nigga plenty of us

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

Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake,
500 million, I got a cake
Niggas is frontin', upside-down cake
Get 'em a red nose, they cakes
They shoulda let you 'round cake
Look at my neck, I got a carrot
Now the icing on the cake
Cake, cake-cake,
Uh I'm just started, oh yeah we got it bitch
I've done made more millionaires the lotto did
Dame millions, Bigg made millions
Ye millions, Just made millions
Lyor 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 of Jordan 3's tryna chase this cash
Gucci air bag just in we crash
Uh, last was mad trill
I'm out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel

Yeah uh, look, fuck all that 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 drop crazy and I say I'm the greatest of my generation
Like I should be dressin'
Like I be less aggressive and pessimistic
Like I be way more nervous and less dismissive
I should be on my best behavior
And not my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I didn't study the game to the
And understand that I'm not doin' it the same, man, I'm 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 mirrors 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 with someone else more Paris for once
I text her from 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 think she's
Cause she supported since Hot Beats before Wayne came
And got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over beats I shouldn't in the hopes for the glory
He walked right past in the 3 months later I'm his artist
He wouldn't remember that story
But shit stick with me
Always believe when he called me
You never know, it happen to you
And I just four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
And did that shit it's something to do, yeah
I guess its who I became dog
Nothing was the dog