Pound Cake (feat. Meek Mill)

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... Phil made millions, James made millions Coon went drop top Rarri, no ceiling I'm just chilling, Omelly even spilling Like Ace of Spade and Club LIV, we in the building Pretty hoes to many flows the way I kill em Give my cousin top my Bentley the way I'm feeling Fuck this money and fuck these hoes Same gear for a week, I'm like fuck these clothes Pmon had bricks 'fore you had braces My whips all black, I guess I'm acting racist My bitch all bad, she half black and asian Scream "sak pase" I guess I'm acting Haitian Out in M.I.A with some real zoes And no lame bitches around us they all real hoes These niggas rap good but they weirdos And if they ever disrespect me then it's air holes They say do for self, that's a word to the third But if my nigga can't rap I'll buy him a bird All real estate, fuck it, I'm buying the curb I buy a crib every week from the hood to the burbs Making investments with this money I'm blessed with Nigga tryna snatch my chain, that's a death wish Riding through my city 57 thats the effort You ain't never seen a nigga this rich and reckless You niggas paying hoes just to stick around Simmer down, Mulsanne how I get around 50 rounds through the town how I whip around I'm getting richer so you know they wanna sit me down It's DC, double M, know they hate us Me and Ross both got rich but we ain't break up Niggas falling out for the paper but try to make up For the cameras, niggas might fool y'all but can't fake us Pull up in the hood I put niggas on jets Take 'em to Miami when they just was on steps Selling green and serving fiends up in the 'jects Packs still on 'em in the pool getting wet They killed Dame set him on fire And the crazy part that nigga was quiet Niggas on obitchuaries like they flyers Time is money so it's sky dwellers when we buy 'em Rolex niggas, stretch like bowflex, nigga Sellin' Instagram, feds takin' kodak, nigga I've been rich since 24, you ain't know that, nigga? And I was taught pay that man if you owe that nigga Gone... And all this shit I'm talking right now is straight facts If you're from my hood, you know what I'm talking about Spade-O Meek what up boy, turn the beat up for me a little bit Its your man Spade-O, DC, on deck, lets go This that new philly du-op (Yup) Who is you op (who are you?) 150 rounds in the o-op I'm chasing big cheese 1 on 1 you can't get these (nope!) Embalming fluid mixed with Mint Leaves! We call it wet wet My niggas jet set Were always on the go Y'all just get set Meek made millions, so why can't I? (why not?) Pull up that cranberry Porsche with the slant eyes I don't get mad, I get motivated Back to backing off foreigns we motorcaded And I don't battle, I respect the war Pull up that bullet proof caddy with the extra door Stash box & the extra floor Rock the world 24 bringing extra whores Oh yea we about the pound cakes You crumb snatching niggas ain't been around cakes Saran wrap around the big blocks And thats real rap I am hip-hop You hear me rhyme, you can feel my pain and anguish I don't do much talking, I speak the language My crew too Live! I'm in my new rise Success go to the believers, i make my due wise I'm at the game, in dem' floor seats You got dem' nose bleed, barely in the door seats Uhh I'm getting fit for ring Bezel on my presidential crown fit for a king DC is like the army, better yet the navy Niggas, acting shady so i grip my 80 So I, peep the blitz like I'm Tom Brady I'm the, sure thing & you niggas maybes Nah, I dont two stroke, or live the bike life But I move coke, I live the white life I'm the truth, why i got to lie for? I was born broke but I won't die poor