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 um, we just went in the studio and we did itWe had champagne in the studio, of course, you knowCompliments of the, the company, and we just laid back and did itSo we hope you enjoy listening to this album half as muchAs we enjoyed playing it for you, because we had a ballOnly real music is gonna lastAll that other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow"
Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frikC.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get theGet the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollarD-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill y'all (y'all, y'all)Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.MGet the-get the-get the-get the-get theGet the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-moneyFrikki-frikki-frikki, dollar-dollar-dollar bill y'all (y'all, y'all)
YeahUh, after hours of Il MulinoOr Sotto Sotto, just talkin' about women and vinoThe contract like '91 Dan MarinoI swear this got Michael Rapinos boostin' my egoOverly focused, it's far from the time to rest nowDebates growing 'bout who they think is the best nowTook a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
I'm holdin' all the cards and niggas wanna play chess nowI 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 itI'm authentic, real name, no gimmicks
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' with you niggas at allMy classmates, they went on to be chartered accountantsOr work with their parents, but thinkin' back on how they treated meMy high school reunion might be worth an appearanceMake everybody have to go through security clearanceTables turn, bridges burn, you live and learnWith the ink, I could murder word to my nigga IrvYeah, I swear shit just started clickin' dogYou know it's real when you are who you think you are
Cash rules everything around me, frikki-frikki-frikC.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get theGet the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollarD-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill y'all (y'all, y'all)Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.MGet the-get the-get the-get the-get theGet the-get the-get the-get the mon-mon-moneyFrikki-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 racistInside's whiter than Katy Perry's face is
Yellow diamonds in my JesúsI just might learn to speak MandarinJapanese for the yen that I'm handlin'International Hov, that's my handleMy saint's Changó, light a candleEl Gran Santo on the mantle'Case y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too, uhShout Out to World Wide WesEverywhere we go we leave a worldwide messYes, still Roc La FamiliaSays a lot about you if you not feelin' usThe 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-frikC.R.E.A.M.; get the-get the-get the-get theGet the-get the-get the-get the money, dollar-dollarD-d-d-d-dollar-dollar, dollar-dollar bill y'all (y'all, y'all)
Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, cake500 million, I got a pound cakeNiggas is frontin', that's upside-down cakeGet 'em a red nose, they clown cakesThey shoulda never let you 'round cakeLook at my neck, I got a karat cake, uhNow here's the icing on the cakeCake, cake-cake, cake-cakeUh I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah we got it bitchI've done made more millionaires than the lotto didDame made millions, Biggs made millionsYe made millions, Just made millionsLyor made millions, Cam made millionsBeans'a tell you if he wasn't in his feelingsUh, I'm back in my bagMy eyes bloodshot but my jet don't lagA pair of Jordan 3's tryna chase this cashGucci air bag just in case we crashUh, last night was mad trillI'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 onI'm the big homie, they still be tryna lil' bro me dogLike I should fall in line, like I should alert niggasWhen I'm 'bout to drop somethin' crazy and not say I'm the greatest of my generationLike I should be dressin' differentLike I should be less aggressive and pessimisticLike I should be way more nervous and less dismissiveLike I should be on my best behaviorAnd not talk my shit and do it major like the niggas who paved the way for usLike I didn't study the game to the letterAnd understand that I'm not doin' it the same, man, I'm doin' it betterLike I didn't make that clearer this yearLike I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying thatThey should put a couple more mirrors in here so I can stare at myselfThese are usually just some thoughts that I would share with myselfBut I thought "Fuck it"It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for onceI text her from time to time, she a mom nowI guess sometimes life forces us to calm downI told her that she could live with me if she need toI got a compound but I think she's straightCause she supported since Hot Beats right before Wayne cameAnd got me out of the backroom where I was rapping with Jas over beats that I shouldn't have in the hopes for the gloryHe walked right past in the hallwayThree months later I'm his artistHe probably wouldn't remember that storyBut that shit stick with meAlways couldn't believe when he called meYou never know, it could happen to youAnd I just spent four Ferraris all on a brand new BugattiAnd did that shit cause it's something to do, yeahI guess that's just who I became dawgNothing was the same dawg