Successful (ft trey songz)

Money, money, cars, cars
Clothes, clothes, the hoes
I suppose, yeah

I want the money, money and the cars, cars
And the clothes, the hoes I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

Drizzy, ah yeah, Trey, I fuckin´ feel you
They be starin´ at the money like it´s unfamiliar
I get it, I live it, to me there´s nothings realer
Just enough to solve your problems, too much will kill ya

And when I leave I always come right back here
The young spit´a that everybody in rap fear
A lot of y´all are still soundin´ like last year
The game needs change and I´m the mofucking cashier

Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed
Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head
Take my verses too serious, ya hate me
´Cause I´m the one to paint a vivid picture no HD

Yeah, I want it all, that´s why I strive for it
Dis me and you´ll never hear a reply for it
Any awards show or party I get fly for it
I know that it´s comin´ I just hope that I´m alive for it

I want the money, money and the cars, cars
And the clothes, the hoes I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

Yeah, I want things to go my way
But as of late a lot of shit been goin´ sideways
And my mother tried to runaway from home
But I left somethin´ in the car and so I caught her in the driveway

And she cried to me so I cried too
And my stomach was soakin´ wet, she only 5?2
And forty eight hours was all before I showed up
And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got pulled up

Damn, my reality just set in
And even when the Phantom´s leased them hoes wanna get in
I do a lot of things hopin´ I neva have to fit in
So tryin´ to keep up with my progress is like a dead end

My girl love me but fuck it, my heart beat slow
And right now the tour bus is lookin´ like a freak show
And life change for us every single week
So it´s good but I know this ain´t the peak though ´cause I want

I want the money, money and the cars, cars
And the clothes, the hoes I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

Wise words from a decent man
Back when I was tryin´ to put a ring on Alicia Hand
This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan
And my delivery just got me buzzin´ like the pizza man

In person I am everything and more
I´m everywhere these other niggas never been before
But inside I´m treadin´ waters steady tryin´ to swim ashore
I´m on a shoppin´ spree to get whateva is in store

Yeah, just call me « Shop And Bag Drizzy »
And call me « Mr. Damn », he ain´t copin´ that is he
And fans of these freshman is about to get iffy
While this youngin´ that you doubtin´ is about to get busy

I´ma kill it, I promise this, I know you mad
I´ve always treated my city like some shoulder pads
To big homie use a flash if you must
And I swear I ain´t askin´ for much, all I want is

I want the money, money and the cars, cars
And the clothes, the hoes I suppose
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

It´s like I know what I got to say
I just don´t know how to say it to you

Pardon the swag but bitches cartate
Long bread, I don´t eat shortcake
How come I can´t miss a woman
Like I can´t miss court dates

Cheese but she´s not in this portrait
Life´s fine but I do not portray
I´m on the other side but it is a sharp gate
I don´t want the glow, I want the glo´ray

And I´ma fuck the world but this is just foreplay
Tired of hearing bullshit, bring her on to cow shit
Haven´t met a smell that´s stinkier than shit
That´s word to Toronto

So high up I got birds in the condo
Ain´t that a female dog
Ask her who I am to her and she yell, God
Weezy baby, I go real hard, no further details, boy