Intro

[Intro: Jimmy Smith]
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...

[Hook: Timbaland]
Cash rules everythin' around me, C.R.E.A.M.
Get the money; dollar, dollar bill, y'all.

[Verse 1: Drake]
After hours of Il Mulino or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' women and vino,
The contract like ‘91 Dan Marino,
I swear this guy Michael Rapino's 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.

[Hook]

[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 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.
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 homies said, “Hov, it ain't many of us”,
I told ‘em, less is more, niggas, plenty of us!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Jay Z]
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake,
Five hundred 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 icin' on the cake,
Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, uhh!
I'm just gettin' 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 III'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!