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Drake - Successful Feat. Trey Songz and Lil Wayne
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Trey Songz
Trey Songz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Tremaine Neverson
Tremaine Neverson
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Vocal Recording Engineer
Noah Shebib
Noah Shebib
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 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 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 try 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 5'2 And 48 hours, 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 hoping 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 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 trying to 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 trying to 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 young'n 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 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 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 glo-ray 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 then our shit 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 real hard No further details, boy
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Aubrey Drake Graham, Noah James Shebib, Tremaine Neverson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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