Songs Lyrics: Drake

Successful

The money (money), cars (cars)

The clothes (clothes), the hoes

I suppose

Yeah

I want the money (money), money and the cars

Cars and the clothes (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

Drizzy

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 nothin' 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

A lot of y'all are still soundin' 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 comin', I just hope that I'm alive for it

I want the money (money), money and the cars

Cars and the clothes (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 goin' sideways

And my mother tried 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 soakin' wet, she only 5'2"

And 40, 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 hopin' I never have to fit in

So tryna 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 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 the

I want the money (money), money and the cars

Cars and the clothes (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

Alright well, um, alright

We, we'll fuckin' figure it out

You know what you - you know what you're doin' with it

You know, makin' it to the top

All the way to the top

Yeah, you do it for the money, and not the honey, you know what I'm sayin'?

You know what I'm sayin'?

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 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' water, steady tryna swim to shore

I'm on a shopping spree to get whatever is in store

Yeah, just call me "Shoppin' 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 youngin 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 askin' for much, all I want is the

Yeah, I want the money (money), money and the cars

Cars and the clothes (clothes), the hoes

I suppose

I just wanna be (yeah), I just wanna be successful (that's all I want, man)

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful (You gotta tell 'em, Trey)

I just wanna be, I just wanna be successful

Yeah, it's like I, it's like I know what I gotta say

I just don't know... How to say it to you

Uh, 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 hearin' bullshit, bring on the cow shit

Haven't met a smell that's stinkier than 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 re-al hard

No further details, boy