Pound Cake - Meek Mill/Spade O

Phil made millions James made millions

Coon went drop top Rarri no ceiling

I'm just chilling Omelly even spilling

Like Ace of Spade and Club LIV we in the building

Pretty hoes to many flows the way I kill 'em

Give my cousin top my Bentley the way I'm feeling

F**k this money and f**k these hoes

Same gear for a week I'm like f**k these clothes

Pmon had bricks 'fore you had braces

My whips all black I guess I'm acting racist

My b**ch all bad she half black and asian

Scream sak pase I guess I'm acting Haitian

Out in M I A with some real zoes

And no lame b**ches around us they all real hoes

These niggas rap good but they weirdos

And if they ever disrespect me then it's air holes

They say do for self that's a word to the third

But if my ni**a can't rap I'll buy him a bird

All real estate f**k it I'm buying the curb

I buy a crib every week from the hood to the burbs

Making investments with this money I'm blessed with

Ni**a tryna snatch my chain that's a death wish

Riding through my city 57 that's the effort

You ain't never seen a ni**a this rich and reckless

You niggas paying hoes just to stick around

Simmer down Mulsanne how I get around

50 rounds through the town how I whip around

I'm getting richer so you know they wanna sit me down

It's DC double M know they hate us

Me and Ross both got rich but we ain't break up

Niggas falling out for the paper but try to make up

For the cameras niggas might fool y'all but can't fake us

Pull up in the hood I put niggas on jets

Take 'em to Miami when they just was on steps

Selling green and serving fiends up in the 'jects

Packs still on 'em in the pool getting wet

They killed Dame set him on fire

And the crazy part that ni**a was quiet

Niggas on obitchuaries like they flyers

Time is money so it's sky dwellers when we buy 'em

Rolex niggas stretch like bowflex ni**a

Sellin' Instagram feds takin' kodak ni**a

I've been rich since 24 you ain't know that ni**a

And I was taught pay that man if you owe that ni**a

Gone

And all this sh*t I'm talking right now is straight facts

If you're from my hood you know what I'm talking about

Spade-O

Meek what up boy turn the beat up for me a little bit

It's your man Spade-O DC on deck let's go

This that new philly du-op

Yup

Who is you op

Who are you

150 rounds in the o-op

I'm chasing big cheese

1 on 1 you can't get these

Nope

Embalming fluid mixed with Mint Leaves

We call it wet wet

My niggas jet set

We're always on the go

Y'all just get set

Meek made millions so why can't I why not

Pull up that cranberry Porsche with the slant eyes

I don't get mad I get motivated

Back to backing off foreigns we motorcaded

And I don't battle I respect the war

Pull up that bullet proof caddy with the extra door

Stash box and the extra floor

Rock the world 24 bringing extra whores

Oh yeah we about the pound cakes

You crumb snatching niggas ain't been around cakes

Saran wrap around the big blocks

And thats real rap I am hip-hop

You hear me rhyme you can feel my pain and anguish

I don't do much talking I speak the language

My crew too Live

I'm in my new rise

Success go to the believers I make my due wise

I'm at the game in dem' floor seats

You got dem' nose bleed barely in the door seats

Uhh

I'm getting fit for ring

Bezel on my presidential crown fit for a king

DC is like the army better yet the navy

Niggas acting shady so I grip my 80

So I peep the blitz like I'm Tom Brady

I'm the sure thing and you niggas maybes

Nah I don't two stroke or live the bike life

But I move coke I live the white life

I'm the truth why I got to lie for

I was born broke but I won't die poor