Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2

Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M

Get the-get the-get the-get the

Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar

D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill y'all (y'all, y'all)

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M

Get the-get the-get the-get the-get the

Get the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-money

Frikki-frikki-frikki, dollar-dollar-dollar bill y'all (y'all, y'all)

Uh, 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 Jesús

I just might learn to speak Mandarin

Japanese for the yen that I'm handlin'

International Hov, that's my handle

My saint's Changó, light a candle

El Gran Santo on the mantle

'Case y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too, uh

Shout Out to World Wide 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

Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frik C.R.E.A.M.

Get the-get the-get the-get the

Get the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollar

D-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill y'all (y'all, y'all)

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 karat cake, uh

Now here's the icing on the cake

Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake

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

I done made more millionaires than the lotto did

Dame made millions, Biggs made millions

Ye made millions, Just made millions

Lyor made millions, Cam made millions

Beans'a tell you if he wasn't in his feelings

Uh, 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

I'm fresh out of Advil, Jesus grab the wheel

Yeah uh

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 somethin' 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 saying 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 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's straight

'Cause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne came and got me

Out of the backroom where I was rapping 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 Ferraris 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, dawg

Nothing was the same, dawg