Drake ft Jay-Z - Pound Cake

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  • Published on:  Thursday, October 3, 2013
  • Music from Drake's new album
    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 bullshit 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 talking women and vino
    The contract like '91 Dan Marino
    I swear this got Michael Rapinos boosting my ego
    Overly focused, it's far from the time to rest now
    Debates growing 'bout who they think is the best now?
    Took a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
    I'm holding all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now
    I hear you talking, 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 playing with you niggas at all
    My classmates, they went on to be chartered accountants
    Or work with their parents, but thinking 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 clicking 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 Jesús
    I just might learn to speak Mandarin
    Japanese for the yen that I'm handling
    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
    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 feeling us
    The homies said "Hov, it ain't many of us"
    I told 'em less is more niggas, plenty of us


    [Verse 3: Jay Z]
    Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake
    500 million, I got a pound cake
    Niggas is fronting, 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, uhh
    I'm just getting started, oh, yeah, we got it bitch
    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'll 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