Luyện nghe bài hát Two On

"Good God Almighty, like back in the old
You know, ago they had the A&R men to tell you what to play
How to play it and you whether it's disco and rock
But um, we went in the studio and we did it
We had champagne in the studio, of course, you
Compliments of the company, and we laid back and did it
So we hope you enjoy listening to album half as much
As we enjoyed it for you, because we had a ball
real music is gonna last
All the other bullshit is today and gone tomorrow"

Cash rules everything me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla y'all

After hours of Il
Or Sotto Sotto, just talkin' women and vino
The contract '91 Dan Marino
I this got Michael Rapino boostin' my ego
Overly focused, far from the time to rest now
Debates growing 'bout who they think is the now
a while, got the jokers out of the deck now
I'm all the cards and niggas wanna play chess now
I hear you talkin', say it so I know you meant it
Fuck it, I don't tint it, they should know who's in it
I'm authentic, real name, no
No game, no scrimmage, I ain't playin' you niggas at all
My classmates, they on to be chartered accountants
Or work with their parents, but thinkin' on how they treated me
My high school reunion be worth an appearance
Make everybody have to go through security
turn, bridges burn, you live and learn
With the ink, I could murder word to my Irv
Yeah, I swear shit started clickin' dog
You know it's real you are who you think you are

rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill
Cash rules everything me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill

Uh, I had Benzes you had braces
The all Maybach but I'm not a racist
Inside's whiter than Katy face is
Yellow in my Jesús
I might learn to speak Mandarin
Japanese for the yen I'm handlin'
International Hov, that's my
My saint's Sean Don, a candle
El Santo on the mantle
y'all didn't know, I speak Spanish too
Shoutout to Wes
we go we leave a worldwide mess
Yes, still Roc La
Says a lot you if you not feelin' us
The homie said "Hov, ain't many of us"
I him less is more, nigga it's plenty of us

Cash rules around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla y'all

Cake, cake-cake, cake-cake,
500 million, I got a pound
Niggas is frontin', that's cake
Get 'em a red nose, clown cakes
They shoulda let you 'round cake
Look at my neck, I got a carrot
Now the icing on the cake
Cake, cake-cake,
Uh I'm just started, oh yeah we got it bitch
I've done made more millionaires than the did
made millions, Bigg made millions
Ye millions, Just made millions
made millions, Cam made millions
Beans you if he wasn't in his feelings
I'm in my bag
My bloodshot but my jet don't lag
A pair of Jordan 3's tryna chase this
Gucci air bag just in we crash
Uh, last night was mad
I'm fresh out of Advil, Jesus the wheel

Yeah uh, look, fuck all that happy to be here that y'all want me on
I'm the big homie, they still be lil' bro me dog
Like I should in line, like I should alert niggas
When I'm 'bout to drop somethin' and I say I'm the greatest of my generation
Like I be dressin' different
Like I should be less aggressive and
I should be way more nervous and less dismissive
Like I should be on my behavior
And not talk my shit and do it major the niggas who paved the way for us
Like I study the game to the letter
And understand that I'm not doin' it the same, man, I'm it better
Like I didn't make clearer this year
I should feel, I don't know, guilty for saying that
They should put a couple more mirrors in so I can stare at myself
These are usually just some thoughts that I would share myself
But I "Fuck it"
It's worth it to share 'em with someone else more than Paris for
I text her time to time, she a mom now
I guess sometimes life us to calm down
I her she could live with me if she need to
I got a compound but I think straight
Cause she supported since Hot Beats before Wayne came
And got me out of the backroom I was rapping with Jas over beats I shouldn't have in the hopes for the glory
He walked past in the hallway 3 months later I'm his artist
He probably remember that story
But shit stick with me
couldn't believe when he called me
You never know, it could to you
And I just four Ferraris all on a brand new Bugatti
And did that shit it's something to do, yeah
I its just who I became dog
Nothing was the dog