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Pound Cake



[Intro: Christian Rich and Utters]

“Good God Almighty. Like back in the old days. You know, years 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 rock but we just went in the studio and we did it. We had champagne in the studio, of course, you know, compliments of the company, and we just laid back and did it. So we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as much as we enjoyed playing it for you. Because we had a ball. Only real music is gonna last, all the other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow….”



Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M. get the money

Dolla dolla bill y’all


[Verse 1: Drake]

After hours of ill Mulino

Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin’ about women and vino

The contract like ’91 Dan Marino

I swear this got Michael Rapino boostin’ my ego

Overly focused, it’s far from the time to rest now

Debates growin’ ’bout who they think is the best now

Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now

Holdin’ all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now

I hear you talkin’, say it twice so I know you meant it

Fuck it, I don’t even tint it, they should know who’s in it

I’m authentic, real name, no gimmicks

No game, no scrimmage, I ain’t playin’ with you niggas at all

My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants

Or work with their parents, but thinkin’ back on how they treated me

My high school reunion might be worth an appearance

Make everybody have to go through security clearance

Tables turn, bridges burn, you live and learn

With the ink, I could murder word to my nigga Irv

Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin’ dog

You know it’s real when you are who you think you are




[Verse 2: Jay Z]

I had Benzes ‘fore you had braces

The all black Maybach but I’m not a racist

Inside’s whiter than Katy Perry’s face is

Yellow diamonds in my Jesus

I just might learn to speak Mandarin

Japanese for the yen that I’m handlin’

International Hov, that’s my handle

My saint’s Sean Don, light a candle

El Gran Santo on the mantle

‘Case y’all didn’t know, I speak Spanish too

Shoutout to Worldwide Wes

Everywhere we go we leave a worldwide mess

Yes, still Roc La Familia

Says a lot about you if you not feelin’ us

The homie said “Hov, it ain’t many of us”

I told him less is more, nigga it’s plenty of us




[Verse 3: Jay Z]

Cake, cake cake cake cake cake

500 million, I got a pound cake

Niggas is frontin’, that’s upside-down cake

Get ’em a red nose, they clown cakes

They shoulda’ never let you ’round cake

Look at my neck, I got a carrot cake

Now here’s the icing on the cake

Cake, cake cake cake cake

I’m just gettin’ started, oh yeah we got it bitch

I’ve done made more millionaires than the lotto did

Dame made millions, Bigg made millions

Ye made millions, Just made millions

Lyor made millions, Cam made millions

Beans tell you if he wasn’t in his feelings

I’m back in my bag

My eyes bloodshot but my jet don’t lag

A pair of Jordan 3’s tryna chase this cash

Gucci air bag just in case we crash

Uh, last night was mad trill

Fresh out of advil, Jesus grab the wheel


[Verse 4: Drake]

Fuck all that happy to be here shit that y’all warned me on

I’m the big homie, they still be tryna lil bro me dog

Like I should fall in line, like I should alert niggas

When I’m ’bout to drop somethin’ crazy and I say I’m the greatest of my generation

Like I should be dressin’ different

Like I should be less aggressive and pessimistic

Like I should be way more nervous and less dismissive

Like I should be on my best behavior

And not talk my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved the way for us

Like I didn’t study the game to the letter

And understand that I’m not doin’ it the same, man, I’m doin’ it better

Like I didn’t make that clearer this year

Like I should feel, I don’t know, guilty for saying that

They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myslef

These are usually just thoughts that I share with myself

But I thought Fuck It its worth it to share it with someone else more than Paris for once

I text her from time to time she a mom now

I guess sometimes life forces us to calm down

I told her that she could live with me if she need to I got a compound but I think she straight

She supported since hot beats right before Wayne came and got me out of the back room where I was rapping with jaz over beats that I shouldnt have in the hopes for the glory

He walked right past in the hallway three months later I’m his artist he prolly wouldn’t remember that story

But that shit stick with me always couldn’t believe when he called me you never know it could happen to you

& I just spent 4 Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti & did that shit cuz it’s sum to do

I guess that’s just who I became dog nothing was the same dog




Pound Cake

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