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Drake Lyrics

[Intro – Trey Songz]

The money (money), the cars (cars)

The clothes (clothes), the hoes, I suppose…

yeah!

[Chorus – Trey Songz]

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

[Verse 1 – Drake]

Drizzy

Aw yeah, Trey I Fawkin’ 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

Alot of ya’ll are still sounding like last year

The game need change and I’m the motherFawkin’ cashier

Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed

Quarters of the kush shave 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

But I know that it’s coming, I just hope that I’m alive for it

[Chorus – Trey Songz]

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

[Verse 2 – Drake]

Yeah, I want things to go my way

But as of late, alot of Shyte 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 all before I showed up

And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got poored up

D*mn, my reality just set in

And even when the pantoms leased, them hoes wanna get in

I do alot 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 Fawk 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

[Chorus – Trey Songz]

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

[talking]

Alright well uh, aight

Why don’t you put that Fawking cigarrette out

….

Making it to the top, all the way to the top

You need to go for the money, and not the money you know what I’m saying

Hahahaha, you know what I’m saying?

[Verse 3 – Drake]

Uh, why is words from a decent man

Back when I was trying to put a ring on Alicia hand

This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan

And my delivery has got me buzzing like the Pizza Man

In-person I am everything and more

I’m everywhere these other n*ggas 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. D*mn, he ain’t coppin’ that, is he?”

And fans that he freshmen, it’s 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 ya 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

[Chorus – Trey Songz] (Drake & Lil Wayne)

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 (D: yeah, that’s all I want man)

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful (W:you gotta tell ’em Trey)

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

[Drake talking]

Yeah, it’s like I, it’s like I know what I wanna say

I just don’t know how to say it… to you

[Verse 4 – Lil Wayne]

Uh

Pardon the swag, but Beyotch 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 Fawk the world, but this is just foreplay

Tired of hearing bullShyte, bring on the cow Shyte

Haven’t met a smell that’s stinkier then our Shyte

Haha, 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

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