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Money, money, cars, cars

Clothes, clothes, the hos

I suppose, yeah

 

I want the money, money and the cars

Cars and the clothes, the hos 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 spitter that everybody in rap fear

A lot of y’all are still soundin’ like last year

The game needs change and I’m the motherfucking 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, 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 hos 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 run away 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 hos wanna get in

I do a lot of things hopin’ I never had 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 hos 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 to shore

I’m on a shoppin’ spree to get whatever is in store

 

Yeah, just call me “Shoppin’ Bag Drizzy”

And call me “Mr. Damn, he ain’t coppin’ that is he?”

And fans of these freshman is about to get iffy

While this youngin’ that you doubted is about to get busy

 

I’mma kill it, I promise this, I know you mad

I’ve always treated my city like some shoulder pads

The 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 hos 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, 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?

Jeez, but she’s not in this portrait

 

Yeah, life’s fine but I don’t 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’mma 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 cow 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

 

 

 

 

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