Timbaland
Russell Westbrook's Pound Cake In The Morning
[Hook: Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla 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 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a Irv
Yeah, I swear shit just started clickin' dog
You know it's real when you are who you think you are

[Verse 2: Lil Dicky]
Ain’t no doubt about it, shit is coming
And I’m just praying that Lil Dicky love it
Always told myself that this the type of shit I wanted
I was being honest, even made a promise
Not with anybody else, this was inner conscious
Talking to my fucking self, das a little bonkers
I know, I still got a lot of shit to conquer
I hope that ain't even ma concern tho
You know I’ll be working till I get what I deserve
Whatever totems I get personally you know I’ma earn those
This ain't even bout some shit up on a checklist
This about the fact that I’m about to test this
I’m about to figure out what ma best is
I can't avoid it because now ya boy invested
And I ain't gotta a choice except to smile and accept it
Pretty reckless, pretty restless cuz
I’ve lived my life expecting love
To come the second my attempt was done, and yea I guess
To some extent I was correct because I’m getting buzz
But now I’m bout to be ubiquitous, look it up
Yeah, or that’s at least what I’m assuming
But as alluded to reality is looming and
Now ya dude about to make a move and take the truth
And hope to god that when he through
That what he thought about is proven
But honestly I'm not afraid that it’s delusion
I’m hot enough to where I know it’s not illusion
But obviously I been finding this confusing
This ain’t even close to what I thought I would be doing
Don’t get me wrong, I was born to be big
But I always figured it would be the comedy thing
So I started rapping just to see what drama it brings
What big dogs from sitcoms would holler at me
And as the time past, I rhymed faster, lines crafted
Was high class as I mastered my craft and
Goddamn, who’da thought it get like this
Back in twenty-ten music wouldn’t make that list
I’m talking top 5 to 10 strengths, with no winks
I would not lie, my pen dry, with no ink
Or… that’s at least what I thought
'til I clawed and scratched the pen 'til I saw a line draw
Then I coulda let bygones be bygones
But I really wanted to rhyme till ma line drawn
Like where the fuck is ma peak at
Not Brown but I make it pop, then I beat that
Not crowned yet, but I don’t think I decreed that
Not loud, but you know I’m ready to tweet that
I just really hope I’m ready to be that
Now you seeing where D’s at
'cause even though I’m softer than a tissue I ain't nothing to sneeze at
I’m smarter, where fuck ya degrees at
And I ain't harder but I’m hotter homie, where da fuck ya degrees at
I’m bout to come in and desaturate
The chic rap today and evaporate
The feedback I hate, I elaborate
At a later date
But I’m getting off the point with the player hate
What the fuck was I saying

[Hook: Timbaland]
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all

[Verse 3: Childish Gambino]
Let 'em speak, I know I'm meek but the mills louder
Watch the throne, kings kill when the prince feels power
It's the real deal, Holyfield, holy shit, holy grail
Silver spoon coon, young buffoon, yeah, they
Know me well
I'm makin' moves, couldn't lose, doin' Parker
Lewis
Hot on my own, self-immolate, I could be a
Buddhist
Hot on my own, check your tone, check your
Stance homie
You don't even like me, you just trynna get my
Fans homie
So nerdy but the flow wordy
Brain-freezin' with the flow slurpie
Ice cold but you know I burn cash like I had herpes
Not true, but I'm that dirty
N***as quit bein' hot man, cold turkey
While I'm out in Kauai, man, soul searching'
And these n***as be afraid and I'm so certain
Cause they don't know what to do when the
World's broken
A lot of people try and go and talk shit but your girl
Stops me on the street
Like it's stop and frisk and a bunch of DDots
Wanna talk a lot of shit
But that's cool cause in the real world they really
Don't exist
It's all because the internet
Chance made millions, Haim made millions
Dan made millions, Kendrick made millions
I would too if I wasn't in my feelings

[Interlude: Childish Gambino]
You know, cause like, people say money's not
Everything
But money, you need money to do what you
Wanna do
Like money is power, honesty is power, truth is
Power
But at the same time they tell you like

[Verse 2: Childish Gambino]

Ain't nothin' more important than the mula
You ain't really eatin' boy, you gotta get your
Food up
We so steady eatin' baby, you already know
That
The way I'm droppin' new shit, I'm sittin' on the
Toilet
Every night I tour that, moment
But we don't take pictures, when you're rich you
Just see it again
The only thing they really worry about is me and
The pen
Wrote some shit on Instagram, I'm just bein'
Honest
They tried to give your boy pills like I'm bein'
Violent
They tried to give your boy pills just to keep him
Silent
Keep tellin' people the truth, you could be iconic
They tried to give your boy pills, like "he's scarin'
Us"
Try to stay inside, I don't really like appearances
I try to stay inside, but they still got something to
Say"
Are you still on the show? Are you dating
Jhené?
"It's deeper than that
Calico inside the handbag, I'm keepin' the cat
I got some n***as in reserve like I'm deep in
Iraq
And I'm deepening rap, and it's deeper than
Rap
This is deeper than rap