Текст песни Drake - Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2
[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 Il 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, there 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]
Look, fuck all that happy-to-be-here shit that y'all want 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 something crazy and not 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 sayin' that.
They should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myself,
These are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myself,
But I thought, "Fuck it! It's worth it to share ‘em with someone else other 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, she could live with me if she need to,
I got a compound but I think she's straight,
‘Cause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne came.
And got me out of the backroom where I was rappin' with Jas over beats that I shouldn't have in the hopes for the glory.
He walked right past in the hallway, three months later, I'm his artist,
He probably 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.
And I just spent four Ferrari's all on a brand new Bugatti,
And did that shit ‘cause it's something to do.
Yeah, I guess, that's just who I became, dog,
Nothing was the same, dog.