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Drake - Pound cake (Jay-Z)

Released 2013 From album "Nothing Was The Same" [Chorus] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all [Verse 1: Drake] After hours at Il Mulino Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' 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 I'm 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 [Chorus] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all Cash rules everything around me 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 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." [Chorus] 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 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 I'm fresh out of advil, Jesus grab the wheel