Successful

Album: So Far Gone (2009)
Charted: 17
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  • The money (money)
    Cars (cars)
    The 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
    Aw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel ya
    They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar
    I get it, I live it, to me there's nothing realer
    Just enough to solve your problems, too much'll 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 sounding like last year
    The game need change and I'm the motherfuckin' cashier
    Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed
    Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head
    Take my verses too serious, you'll 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
    Diss me, you'll never hear a reply for it
    Any award show or party, I get fly for it
    I know that it's coming, 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 going sideways
    And my mother tried to run away from home
    But I left something in the car and so I caught her in the driveway
    And she cried to me, so I cried too
    And my stomach was soaking wet, she only five-two
    And Forty, that was all before I showed up
    And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got poured 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 never have to fit in
    So try to keep up with my progress, it's like a dead-end
    My girl love me, but fuck it, my heart beats slow
    And right now the tour bus is looking 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 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

    Uh
    Wise words from a decent man
    Back when I was tryna put a ring on Alisha hand
    This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan
    And my delivery just got me buzzing like the pizza man
    In-person I am everything and more
    I'm everywhere these other niggas never been before
    But inside I'm treading water, steady tryna swim to shore
    I'm on a shopping spree to get whatever is in store
    Yeah, just call me "Shopping Bag Drizzy"
    Or call me Mr. "Damn, he ain't coppin' that, is he?"
    And fans of the freshman is about to get iffy
    While this youngin' that you doubted is about to get busy
    I'ma kill it, I promise, that's how I know you're 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 asking for much, all I want is the

    (Yeah) I want the money, money and the cars
    Cars and the clothes, the hoes, I suppose
    I just wanna be (yeah) I just wanna be successful (that's all I want, man)
    I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful (ya, tell 'em, Trey)
    I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

    Yeah, it's like I, it's like I know what I gotta say
    I just don't know how to say it, to you

    Uh, pardon the swag, but bitch it's Car-tey
    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
    And yeah, life's fine, but I don't portray
    I'm on the other side, but it is a short gate
    I don't want the glow, I want the glory
    And I'ma fuck the world, but this is just foreplay
    Tired of hearing bullshit, bring on the cow shit
    Haven't met a smell that's stinkier than our shit
    Ha, and that's word to Toronto
    So high up, I got birds in the condo
    Ha, ain't that a female dog
    Ask her who I am to her, and she yell, "God"
    Weezy Baby, I go re-al hard
    No further details, boy Writer/s: Aubrey Drake Graham, Dwayne Michael Carter, Noah James Shebib, Tremaine Aldon Neverson
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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