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Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 (feat. JAY Z)

Drake

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 (feat. JAY Z) - Drake
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
JAY-Z
JAY-Z
Vocals
Ellie Goulding
Ellie Goulding
Sampled Artist
Jimmy Smith
Jimmy Smith
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Evans
Jordan Evans
Songwriter
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Songwriter
Anthony Palman
Anthony Palman
Songwriter
Gary Grice
Gary Grice
Songwriter
Noel Fisher
Noel Fisher
Songwriter
Andre Proctor
Andre Proctor
Songwriter
L. Hawkins
L. Hawkins
Songwriter
R. Jones
R. Jones
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Brian Soko
Brian Soko
Songwriter
C. M. Smith
C. M. Smith
Songwriter
Clifford Smith
Clifford Smith
Songwriter
Corey Woods
Corey Woods
Songwriter
David Porter
David Porter
Songwriter
Dennis Coles
Dennis Coles
Songwriter
Ellie Goulding
Ellie Goulding
Songwriter
Isaac Hayes
Isaac Hayes
Songwriter
James Eliot
James Eliot
Songwriter
Jason Hunter
Jason Hunter
Songwriter
Matthew Burnett
Matthew Burnett
Songwriter
Rasool Ricardo Diaz
Rasool Ricardo Diaz
Songwriter
Robert Diggs
Robert Diggs
Songwriter
Russell Jones
Russell Jones
Songwriter
Shawn Carter
Shawn Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan Evans
Jordan Evans
Producer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Engineer
Chris Godbey
Chris Godbey
Recording Engineer
Travis J Sewchan
Travis J Sewchan
Assistant Recording Engineer
Les Schaeffer
Les Schaeffer
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

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 or rock But uh, we just went in the studio and we did it We had champagne in the studio, of course, you know Compliments of the, 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 that other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow 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) Yeah Uh, after hours of Il Mulino Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' about women and vino The contract like '91 Dan Marino I swear this got Michael Rapinos boostin' 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 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 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
Writer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, David Porter, Isaac Hayes, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Gary E. Grice, Lamont Hawkins, Shawn C. Carter, Corey Woods, Dennis David Coles, Jason Hunter, Russell T. Jones, Clifford Smith, Robert F. Diggs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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