Pound Cake Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Couple investments, a few of 'em made some major sense 

Keep your two pennies, especially if you ain't made a cent 

I learned the game and been getting publishing ever since 

People that ain't made a dollar will say they ain't convinced 

When you ride to 7-11 on some handle bars 

You can't vision how catchy hooks could take a man to Mars 

The problem is that y'all only just wanna hang with stars 

Heard Lauryn sing and I wanted to take the world from Nas 

I salute but I still demand applause 

I've given infinite gifts, I still feel like Santa Clause 

Males acting like girls I call it mano-pause 

This the type of verse that I bet you that type of man would pause 

I can't stop and give these haters what they ask for 

99 thousand or more inside a cash drawer 

I'm the type to keep a passport on the dashboard, looking for a south of France shore to make a dash for 

Feeling like Damon Dash been moving that acappella 

When times is bleak I hit the freeway like it's Roc-A-Fella 

It's been a decade, get a clue that you could stop me never 

You'd have a better chance of trying to stop a hot propeller 

On a jet while smoking a cigarette, with gasoline on ya hands 

Kerosene on ya breath, oh yes I do it the best, get verses then you are blessed I do it for what it's worth and I'll never do it for less, stress 

Never that, I know the album is more than late 

Looked quantity in the face and told it you're gonna wait 

Send a salute to the people who push the culture straight, and those who culture hate I just hope you don't get to procreate 

Met with some rappers that industry people over rate 

Met with the Devil but said I wouldn't negotiate 

Lyor made millions, Jay made millions 

And if Cam made millions I'm feelin' like I can sure relate 

Killa -- see Mr. Koopa got 'em quite jealous 

People that hang with Mr. Koopa turn to sky dwellers 

I'm from a city where the skinny turn to pie sellers 

And if any say they making millis then they lie tellers 

Preach 

The struggle will never cease 

Your struggle look like a puddle, my struggle look like a -- sheesh 

I'm visualizing it clear like I'm Mr. Michael Artis 

It's either Jackson or Jordan I feel like Michael on beats 

Could'a been on a beach, instead I turn't to a beast 

The clarity of my raps you'd think I created speech 

Saw me dirty my cleats all over these Houston streets 

The hundreds stay in my reach 

The money stay on a leash 

*Bark*, I know you hear them dogs barkin' 

That hype beasting is in Houston what we call boppin' 

I make I'm pay for all my words like it's a blog auction 

And Go Daddy what she tells me when we blog shopping 

I'm the type that'd make it and give it a fee 

And you the type that make it they wouldn't take it for free 

They look at you and they like "tell me what's in it for me" and wouldn't take ya disc if you put it under their Christmas tree 

Me, let's talk about consistency 

Consistently make 'em feel like these other rappers ain't sick as me 

I'm currently in city they'll never get to see 

The only suite that they'll ever see is a pack of swishas G 

My OG be calling me to tell me that the streets miss me 

He know I'm eating but the reason is I eat picky 

Like PlayStation they pump fakin' and you'll see quickly 

The game switched they'll always end up with a 360 

Albums coming, I tell the doubters just wait till then 

Shot videos and you know that I'd never waste a lens 

They sleeping on me could hope that they never wake again 

But they gotta be sleep when you're planning a rude awakening 

[Hook] 

Cash rules everything around me 

C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dolla-dolla bill y'all 

Hey yo Texas you know the puzzles what I had to solve 

Ya prodigy be bringing havoc like I had a mob 

Had three enemies, so them odds what I had to dodge 

And now I'm riding in cars that look like avatars 

They ain't never had the soft never had the hard, they try to make it sound deep to pretend they have a cause 

Pushing them yellow bricks, no, that's where you have to pause 

Most of 'em cowardly and lying like the man on Oz 

They lying to you, falsifying within their little bars 

They'd probably try to tell you Tommy really had a job 

Tell you how they had to starve; how they had rob 

Like I went to Heaven and took a blessing from the hand of God 

Nah 

Sorry I don't don't believe it 

Don't believe what ya reading 

Who the ones that achieved it? 

Not them, we did 

Irrelevance is as relevant as the person that said it, and you ain't never did anything, don't you ever forget it 

That dialogue you can dead it 

You borrow your mothers car and put half a tank of unleaded