Jordan Evans - Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 lyrics

[Part 1: Pound Cake, Produced by Boi-1da, Matthew Burnett, and Jordan Evans] [Intro: Jimmy Smith] 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 the champagne in the studio, of course—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 bullsh** is here today and gone tomorrow... [Hook: Timbaland] 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' women and vino The contract like '91 Dan Marino I swear this guy Michael Rapino's boosting 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 I'm holdin' all the cards and n***as wanna play chess now I hear you talking, say it twice so I know you meant it f** 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 n***as at all My cla**mates, 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 n***a Irv Yeah, I swear sh** just started clickin' dog You know it's real when you are who you think you are [Hook: Timbaland] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all Every single round y'all C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [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 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 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 homies said "Hov, it ain't many of us" I told 'em less is more n***as, plenty of us [Hook: Timbaland] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [Verse 3: Jay Z] Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake 500 million, I got a pound cake n***as 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 Now here's the icin' on the cake Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uhh I'm just gettin' started, oh, yeah, we got it b**h I've 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 feelins 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 [Part 2: Paris Morton Music 2, Produced by Detail] [Verse 4: Drake] Look, f** all that "Happy to be here" sh** 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 n***as When I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy a And not say I'm the greatest Of my generation, like I should be dressing 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 sh** And do it major like the n***as 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 doing 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 "f** 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 back room 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 sh** 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 sh** cause it's somethin' to do Yeah, I guess that's just who I became, dawg Nothing was the same, dawg