Successful (with Drake)

Money, money, cars, cars Clothes, clothes, the hos I suppose, yeah I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos 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, ah yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel you They be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliar I get it, I live it, to me there's nothings 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 soundin' like last year The game needs change and I'm the motherfucking cashier Nickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bed Quarters of the kush shape the lines in my head Take my verses too serious, ya 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 Dis' me, you'll never hear a reply for it Any awards show or party I get fly for it I know that it's comin' I just hope that I'm alive for it I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos 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 goin' sideways And my mother tried to run away from home But I left somethin' in the car and so I caught her in the driveway And she cried to me so I cried too And my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2 And forty-eight hours was all before I showed up And brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got pulled up Damn, my reality just set in And even when the Phantom's leased, them hos wanna get in I do a lot of things hopin' I never had to fit in So tryin' to keep up with my progress is like a dead end My girl love me but fuck it, my heart beat slow And right now the tour bus is lookin' 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 I want the money, money and the cars Cars and the clothes, the hos 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 tryin' to put a ring on Alicia hand This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan And my delivery just got me buzzin' like the pizza man In person, I am everything and more I'm everywhere these other niggas never been before But inside, I'm treadin' waters, steady tryin' to swim to shore I'm on a shoppin' spree to get whatever is in store Yeah, just call me "Shoppin' Bag Drizzy" And call me "Mr. Damn, he ain't coppin' that is he?" And fans of these freshman is about to get iffy While this youngin' that you doubted is about to get busy I'mma kill it, I promise this, I know you 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 askin' for much, all I want is I want the money, money and the cars, Cars and the clothes, the hos 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, it's like I know what I got to say I just don't know how to say it to you Pardon the swag, but bitches, Cartate Long bread, I don't eat shortcake How come I can't miss a woman like I can't miss court dates? Jeez, but she's not in this portrait Yeah, life's fine but I don't portray I'm on the other side but it is a sharp gate I don't want the glow, I want the glo'ray And I'mma fuck the world, but this is just foreplay Tired of hearing bullshit, bring her on to cow shit Haven't met a smell that's stinkier than cow shit That's word to Toronto So high up I got birds in the condo 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