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
(Aight, well uh, aight, we'll just fuckin' figure it out) (Young boy figure it out, you know what you're doing Taking it to the top, all the way to the top You need to go for the money, and not the honey You know what I'm saying? You know what I'm saying?)
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 (you gotta 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, Noah James Shebib, Dwayne Michael Carter, Tremaine Aldon Neverson
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Phil Oakey recorded his vocals for "Don't You Want Me" in the studio bathroom. The recording was disrupted by guitarist Jo Callis reaching through an open window from outside to repeatedly flush one of the toilets.