Pound cake - drake ft Jay Z

"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 champagne in the studio, of course, you know, 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..."

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M. get the money

Dolla dolla bill y'all

After hours at Il Mulino

Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' 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

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

I had Benzes before 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 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."

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 carrot cake

Now here's the icing on the cake

Cake, cake cake cake cake

I'm just gettin' started, oh yeah we got it bitch

I've done made more millionaires than the lotto did

Dame made millions, Bigg made millions

Ye made millions, Just made millions

Lyor made millions, Cam made millions

Beans 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

Look, fuck all that happy to be here shit that y'all warned me on

I'm the big homie, they still be tryna little 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 a 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 would I share with myself

But I thought, "Fuck." It's worth it to share it with someone else other 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 needs to.

I got a compound but I think she straight

'Cause she supported since hot beats right before Wayne came and got me out of the back room where I was rapping with Jaz 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 Ferrari's 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, dog, nothing was the same, dog

Own it - Drake

You're still the one that I adore

Ain't much out there to have feelings for

Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?

Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?

Yours

A few bottles on the table, a few waters

It ain't a secret, baby, everybody saw us

Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?

Guess whose it is?

It's yours

Next time we fuck, I don't wanna fuck, I wanna make love

Next time we talk, I don't wanna just talk, I wanna trust

Next time I stand tall I want to be standing for you

And next time I spend I want it all to be for you oh oh

Peaking, I'm peaking, wake up with me this weekend, weekend no oh

Guess whose it is?

Guess whose it is? Guess whose it is?

It's yours

Own it

I said go own that shit

Own that shit, own that shit

Own that shit, go own that shit

Own that shit, own that shit

Own that shit, own that shit

Go own that shit

Niggas talk more than bitches these days

Just let that shit sink in

Niggas talk more than bitches these days

Who could get the pussy quicker these days

Still straight with the weed and the liquor these days

Cause the new drugs got the kids trippin' these days

Bunch of journalists been searchin' for a story

My ex-girl been searching for a sorry

Couple bitches trying to have me on the Maury like nigga it's yours

You should be supporting but where you been at? On tour, gettin' money

Y'all don't even really check for me

You ain't even hit me when that nigga had threats for me

Girl, you don't love me, you just say that shit to get to me

Girl, cause you got the Batphone in my workline

You should call

When the last time you did something for the first time

You have done it all, I swear to God

Niggas talk more than bitches these days

Got you thinkin' that I'm different these days

Broken telephone for every single conversation

By the time it gets to you, shit switches these days

It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's always gonna be yours

Own it 

The shit

Own it, own it

It's yours, yeah

It's yours, own it

Own it

Own it

Own it

Own it

Baby, own it

It's yours

Own that shit, own that shit

Own that shit

The monster - Eminem ft Rihanna

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek

Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey

Wanted to receive attention for my music

Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me

For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways

Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated

When I blew; see, but it was confusing

'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf

Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)

Hit the lottery, oh wee

But with what I gave up to get was bittersweet

It was like winning a used me

Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink

I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep

Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith

But I'm actually weirder than you think

'Cause I'm

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing

No, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me

To seize the moment and don't squander it

'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow

So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from

(Yeah, ponder it, do you want this?

It's no wonder you're losing your mind, the way it wanders)

Yo-lo-lo-lo-yee-whoo

I think you've been wandering off down yonder

And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen

'Cause I need an interventionist

To intervene between me and this monster

And save me from myself and all this conflict

'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it

My OCD is conking me in the head

Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking

I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying

Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing

Call me crazy, but I had this vision

One day that I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian

But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at

MCs, blood get spilled and I

Take it back to the days that I get on a Dre track

Give every kid who got played that

Pumped up feeling and shit to say back

To the kids who played 'em

I ain't here to save the fucking children

But if one kid out of a hundred million

Who are going through a struggle feels and then relates that's great

It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back

In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that

Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack

Maybe I need a straight jacket, face facts

I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that

It's nothing, I'm still friends with the

I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed

Get along with the voices inside of my head

You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath

And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy

Well, that's nothing

Well, that's nothing

Money trees - Kendrick Lamar ft Jay Rock

Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish

Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish

Home invasion was persuasive

From nine to five I know it's vacant, ya bish

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Back when condom wrappers wasn't cool

I fucked Sherene then went to tell my bros

Then Usher Raymond "Let it Burn" came on

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish

Parked the car and then we start rhyming, ya bish

The only thing we had to free our mind

Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs

You looking like an easy come up, ya bish

A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish

And that's a lifestyle that we never knew

Go at a reverend for the revenue

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you doin'

Everybody gon' respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever

And I been hustlin' all day, this a way, that a way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how I feel, now, now

A dollar might just fuck your main bitch that's just how I feel, now

A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that's just how I feel, now

A dollar might, just make that lane switch that's just how I feel, now

A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that's just how I feel, now

Dreams of living life like rappers do

Bump that new E-40 at the school

You know big ballin with my homies

Earl Stevens had us thinking rational

Back to reality we poor, ya bish

Another casualty at war, ya bish

Two bullets in my uncle tony head

He said one day I'd be on tour, ya bish

That Louie's Burger never be the same

A louis belt will never ease that pain

But I'm a purchase when that day is jerkin'

Pull off at Church's with Pirelli's skirtin'

Gang signs out the window, ya bish

Hoping all of em offend you, ya bish

They say your hood is a pot of gold

And we gone crash it when nobodies home

Be the last one out to get this dough?, No Way

Love one of you bucket headed hoes?, No Way

Hit the streets, then we break the code? No Way

Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No Way

Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets

Santa Claus don't miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping

Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain't no turkey on Thanksgiving

My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I'm hustling

What else is a thug to do when you eatin' cheese from the government

Gotta provide for my daughter n'em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch

Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch

Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don't see my stash

If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass

From the gardens where the grass ain't cut, them serpents lurking blood

Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it's all good

Broken promises, steal yo watch and tell you what time it is

Take your J's and tell you to kick it where a footlocker is

In the streets with a heater under my dungarees

Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

Tap out - Birdman, Nicki Minaj, Mack Maine, Lil Wayne ft Future

If you hating, you just need some pussy.

She fucked up when she gave me some pussy.

Say I fuck you better than that other nigga.

She say tune I'm 'bout to cum I say I'm cumming with ya

and she don't like them pretty niggas s'diddy niggas

she ride this dick her titties jiggle

That's my pillows.

That's because I sleep in that whore

Hit it when I wake up tell the pigs I say Asalaam Alaykum uh.

My bitch a choosy lover never fuck without a rubber.

Sweet yellow bone thing I call her honey master.

Pussy like a sea shell.

Dick like a V12.

She say I drive her crazy.

I say just keep on your seat belt.

Bend it over bust it open for me baby 

She say she love me she just love this dick.

I put that million dollar pussy on me make me rich.

Tunechi.

She got that million dollar, million dollar oooo ooo ooo. 

And all I wanna do is touch it, ooo ooo oo

Make her tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out

And Imma make her tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out

Crib made her tap out,

Sauna made her tap out,

Jet made her tap out,

Pilot with the map out.

Million on the diamonds, million on the kitchen, millions on the Maybach, glass top ceiling.

Million dollar pussy, sleeping on Versace, sleeping on the Fendi, sleeping on Cavalli,

married to the money,

Millions in the bank.

Alexander McQueen, rich in the paint.

I got the fuck you if you love me on some nigga shit.

She got that million dollar 7 figure nigga rich.

We switch positions like we doing yoga in this bitch.

She get to shaking then stiff

She got that million dollar, million dollar oooo ooo ooo.

And all I wanna do is touch it, ooo ooo oo

Make her tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out

And Imma make her tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out

Million dollar pussy, million dollar pussy

Six inch pumps, play with his balls, dunks

Bald head, yup, don't want no Forest Gumps

Don't let me tell ya twice, already told ya once

Eat that pussy

Who got the baddest pussy on the planet

d boys love me they don't understand it

Oooooh deep throoooaat (Rich Gang)

Million dollar pussy might pounce on that ass

Throw them hundreds 'til I lose counts on that ass

Max out all of them accounts on that ass

Million dollar cheques don't bounce on that ass

Pull up in that you can't afford this

Only rap bitch on the Forbes list

Pussy jewelry make em say burr man, rubs hands like Birdman

She got that million dollar, million dollar oooo ooo ooo. 

And all I wanna do is touch it, ooo ooo oo

Make her tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out

And Imma make her tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out, tap out

Juicy J - Bandz A Make Her Dance

Bands a make her dance 

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

These chicks clappin' and they ain't using hands

Short hair like Nia Long, loose one she don't need a loan

She start twerking when she hear a song, the stripper pole her income

We get trippy and then some, so nasty when she rolling

She put that ass off in my hands, I remote control it

She give me dome when the roof gone, at the K.O.D. she leaves with me

She got friends bring three, I got drugs I got drinks

Bend it over, Juicy J, gone poke it like wet paint

You say no to ratchet pussy, juicy j can't

Racks everywhere, they're showing racks I'm throwing racks

In the VIP rubber on I'm stretching that

Rich niggas tipping, broke niggas looking

And it ain't a strip club if they ain't showing pussy.

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

These chicks clappin' and they ain't using hands.

Uhh... Pop that pussy for a real nigga

Pull out my black card, that's my lil' nigga

Make a movie with your bitch, Steven Spiel-nigga

Smokin' on Keysha, Cole give me chills nigga

What's your real name, and not your stripper name

I make it rain on ya, like a windowpane

Bands a make her dance, tunechi make her cum

Hit it from the side like a motherfuckin' bass drum

Two hoes on one fuckin' pole, two hoes on my fuckin' pole

I don't tip I pay bills, bitches call me Buffalo

Her stomach in, her ass out

I'm flyer than the ones they pass out

If money grow on trees, I branched out

I'm just waitin' for my bitch to cash out!

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

All these chicks poppin' pussy, I'm just poppin' bands

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

These chicks clappin' and they ain't using hands

2 Chainz, four bracelets,

Let me see that ass clap, standing ovation

If yo girl don't swallow kids, man that hoe basic.

Got two bitches wit me, take a shot of one hoe,

Using her friend for a chaser.

Bands a make her buss it, buss it,

Let me see you touch it, touch it,

Money talk you ain't got none, end of discussion.

Bands a make her do it, do it.

Pocket full of money, money!

Young nigga getting head while the engine runnin'.

Errrr!! Let me see you wiggle do it for a real nigga.

I be laughing to the bank, all you do is giggle.

Balling in my coupe, call it sports car

Drop the top and freak the chick that bitch looks like a porn star!

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands

Down in Atlanta, about to hit up magic

Throw some money in the air all the bad bitches gone grab it

Straight off the floor she gonna need a couple of bags

Like a broke atm I'm a spillin all this cash

Them niggas in the club don't be spending shit

Twenty stacks in one night, I be on trippy shit

My crib's paid off, but I'm still paying rent

A couple of condos paid, she loving every cent

She make that ass clap dancing like she on a dick

Bring it back I threw a stack that's a lucky bitch

Up and down she's going she's sliding on that pole

Making money stacking up hundreds shawty cold

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

All these chicks popping pussies, I'm just popping bands

Bands a make her dance, bands a make her dance

These chicks clappin', and they ain't using hands

Bitches love me - Lil Wayne ft. Drake & Future

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

Imma ball 'til the day I fall (ball, ball, ball, ball)

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no nigga

Long as these bitches love me

Uh, pussy ass nigga stop hating

Lil Tunechi got that fire

And these hoes love me like Satan, man!

Yeah, fuck with me and get bodied

And all she eat is dick

She's on a strict diet, that's my baby

With no makeup she a ten

And she the best with that head

Even better than Karrine

She don't want money

She want the time we could spend

She said, "Cause I really need somebody

So tell me you're that somebody"

Girl, I fuck who I want and fuck who I don't

Got that A1 credit and that fillet mignon

She said "I never wanna make you mad

I just wanna make you proud"

I said "Baby just make me cum

Then don't make a sound"

I'm on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah)

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

Imma ball 'til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas

Long as these bitches love me

Uh, real nigga fuck these haters

These hoes got pussies like craters

Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man!

Pussy, money, weed, codeine

She say my dick feel like morphine

I hope my name taste like sardines to these niggas

She wake up, eat this dick

Call that breakfast in bed

69, 96

I feel her heartbeat

I chest to chest with this bitch

Now turn around, face down

I'm arrestin' this bitch

Yeah, all my bitches love me

And I love all my bitches

But it's like as soon as I cum

I come to my senses

And I would say these hoes' names

But then I would be snitching

And these haters try to knock me

But they can't knock me off the hinges, man!

(Tunechi!)

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

Imma ball 'til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout...

I lost a few good bitches

Met some more bad bitches

And I be schooling them niggas

Pose for your class picture

Now kiss my ass if you hate

I'm getting high so I'm skating

Yeah

I lost a few good bitches

Met some more bad bitches

And I be schooling them niggas

Pose for your class picture

Now kiss my ass if you hating

I'm getting high so I'm skating

Bitch

I'm on that good kush and alcohol

I got some down bitches I can call

I don't know what I would do without y'all

Imma ball 'til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

I can give a fuck 'bout no hater

Long as my bitches love me

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

(Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, I can give a fuck 'bout no niggas

Long as these bitches love me