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Trophies (feat. Drake)

Young Money

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Young Money- Trophies ft. Drake (2017)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M. Thomas
M. Thomas
Songwriter
Bernard Gérard
Bernard Gérard
Songwriter
Sharon Abshire
Sharon Abshire
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
Hagler
Hagler
Producer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Evan Stewart
Evan Stewart
Assistant Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer
Noel Campbell
Noel Campbell
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Had hit records on my demo Did y'all boys not get the memo I do not stay at the Intercontinental And anything I got is not a rental, I own that motherfucker Figured out this shit, it's simple My stock been going up like a crescendo A bunch of handshakes from the fakes But nigga I do not want to be friends though I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song This is a fuck a stripper on a mink rug song This a fuck them boys forever, hold a grudge song Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, "just because" song Damn, what's the move? Can I tell truth? If I was doing this for you Then I have nothing left to prove, nah This for me, though I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people And they don't have no award for that Trophies, trophies And they don't have no award for that Shit don't come with trophies Ain't no envelopes to open I just do it 'cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga Bitch I go to Dreams with a suitcase I got my whole country on a new wave She like, "I heard all your niggas stay where you stay" House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days Bitch, I use a walkie talkie just to get a beverage I saw my parents split up right after the wedding That taught my ass to stay committed, fuck the credit Bitch check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it I told y'all mafuckas, man, this shit is not a love song This a doing me and only God can judge song I do not know what the fuck you thought it was song Pop some fucking champagne in the tub song, nigga, "just because" song Damn, what's the move? Can I tell truth? If I was doing this for you Then I have nothing left to prove, nah This for me, though I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people And they don't have no award for that Trophies, trophies And they don't have no award for that Shit don't come with trophies Ain't no envelopes to open I just do it 'cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga
Writer(s): Sharon Kaye Abshire, Chauncey A. Hollis, Noah James Shebib, Aubrey Drake Graham, Raymond Deandre Martin, Marvin Thomas, Bernard Joseph Gerard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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