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conversations.value: Write me a song called Pound Cake / Paris Morton Music 2 with the following description: One of the most anticipated songs off Nothing Was The Same, which was originally a loose Magna Carta… Holy Grail track, features El Padrino himself. This marks the third time they’ve collaborated on each other’s albums, following 2009’s “Off That” and 2010’s “Light Up.”
  The track peaked at #65 on the Billboard Hot 100 and #24 on the Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs chart.
  This track serves as the outro track to NWTS. The second half also serves as a long-awaited follow-up to Drake’s “Paris Morton Music.”
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Part I: Pound Cake]
  [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, uh, we just went in the studio and we did it
  We had the 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 that other bullshit is here today and gone tomorrow
  [Chorus: Timbaland]
  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)
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Yeah
  Uh, after hours at Il Mulino
  Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' women and vino
  The contract like '91 Dan Marino
  I swear this guy Michael Rapino's boosting 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 talking, 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 [Chorus: Timbaland]
  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)
  [Verse 2: JAY-Z]
  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 feeling us
  The homie said, "Hov, it ain't many of us"
  I told 'em, "Less is more, nigga, it's plenty of us" [Chorus: Timbaland]
  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)
  [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 karat cake, uh
  Now here's the icin' on the cake
  Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake, uh
  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'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 airbag just in case we crash
  Uh, last night was mad trill
  I'm fresh out of Advil—Jesus, grab the wheel [Part II: Paris Morton Music 2]
  [Verse: Drake]
  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 dressing 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 doing 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 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 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 back room
  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 what could happen to you
  And I just spent four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
  And did that shit 'cause it's somethin' to do
  Yeah, I guess that's just who I became, dawg
  Nothing was the same, dawg