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Young Money - Trophies (Explicit) ft. Drake
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Drake
Drake
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
M. Thomas
M. Thomas
Автор песен
Bernard Gérard
Bernard Gérard
Автор песен
Sharon Abshire
Sharon Abshire
Автор песен
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Автор песен
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Автор песен
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Продюсер
Hagler
Hagler
Продюсер
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Инженер звукозаписи
Evan Stewart
Evan Stewart
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер
Noah "40" Shebib
Noah "40" Shebib
Миксинг-инженер
Noel Campbell
Noel Campbell
Миксинг-инженер

Слова

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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