[Intro: Christian Rich and Utters] "[?] 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 [?] but we just went in the studio and we did it. We had champagne in the studio, of course, [?] 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] 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 talkin' about 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 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
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[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
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[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
[Verse 4: Drake] Fuck all that happy to be here shit that y'all warned me on I'm the big homie, they still 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 I 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 a way for us Like I didn't study the game