Luyện nghe bài hát Pound Cake

"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 it's disco 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 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, dolla-dolla bill

After of Il Mulino
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' about and vino
The contract '91 Dan Marino
I swear this got Michael Rapino my ego
Overly focused, it's far from the time to now
Debates growing who they think is the best now
Took a while, got the out of the deck 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 tint it, should know who's in it
I'm authentic, real name, no
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you at all
My classmates, they went on to be accountants
Or with their parents, but thinkin' back on how they treated me
My high school reunion be worth an appearance
Make everybody have to go through security
Tables turn, bridges burn, you and learn
With the ink, I could murder to my nigga Irv
Yeah, I swear shit started clickin' dog
You it's real when you are who you think you are

Cash everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill
Cash 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
whiter than Katy Perry's face is
Yellow diamonds in my
I might learn to speak Mandarin
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 didn't know, I Spanish too
Shoutout to Wes
we go we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, Roc La Familia
a lot about you if you not feelin' us
The homie said "Hov, there ain't of us"
I him less is more, nigga it's plenty of us

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

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

Yeah uh, look, fuck all that happy to be here shit y'all want me on
I'm the big homie, they be tryna 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 dressin'
Like I should be less aggressive and
Like I should be way nervous and less dismissive
Like I should be on my best
And not talk my shit and do it major like the 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, for saying that
should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself
These are usually just thoughts that I would share with myself
But I "Fuck it"
It's it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for once
I text her from 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 but I think she's straight
Cause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne
And got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over I shouldn't have in the hopes for the glory
He walked right in the hallway 3 months later I'm his artist
He probably wouldn't remember that
But that shit stick me
Always couldn't believe 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 it's something to do, yeah
I its just who I became dog
was the same dog