K-pop Lyrics

"The money (Money), cars (Cars)The clothes (Clothes), the hoesI supposeYeahI want the money (Money), money and the carsCars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoesI supposeI just wanna be, I just wanna be successfulI just wanna be, I just wanna be successfulI just wanna be, I just wanna be successfulDrizzyAw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel yaThey be starin' at the money like it's unfamiliarI get it, I live it, to me there's nothin' realerJust enough to solve your problems, too much'll kill yaAnd when I leave, I always come right back hereThe young spitter that everybody in rap fearA lot of y'all are still soundin' like last yearThe game need change and I'm the motherfuckin' cashierNickels for my thoughts, dimes in my bedQuarters of the kush shape the lines in my headTake my verses too serious, you'll hate me'Cause I'm the one to paint a vivid picture, no HDYeah, I want it all, that's why I strive for itDiss me, you'll never hear a reply for itAny award show or party, I get fly for itI know that it's comin', I just hope that I'm alive for itI want the money (Money), money and the carsCars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoesI supposeI just wanna be, I just wanna be successfulI just wanna be, I just wanna be successfulI just wanna be, I just wanna be successfulYeah, I want things to go my wayBut as of late, a lot of shit been goin' sidewaysAnd my mother tried to run away from homeBut I left something in the car and so I caught her in the drivewayAnd she cried to me, so I cried tooAnd my stomach was soakin' wet, she only 5'2""And 40, that was all before I showed upAnd brought a thousand dollars worth of drinks and got poured upDamn, my reality just set inAnd even when the Phantom's leased, them hoes wanna get inI do a lot of things hopin' I never have to fit inSo tryna keep up with my progress, it's like a dead-endMy girl love me, but fuck it, my heart beats slowAnd right now the tour bus is lookin' like a freak showAnd life change for us every single week, soIt's good, but I know this ain't the peak though 'cause I want the:I want the money (Money), money and the carsCars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoesI supposeI just wanna be, I just wanna be successfulI just wanna be, I just wanna be successfulI just wanna be, I just wanna be successfulAlright 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 manBack when I was trying to put a ring on Alisha handThis lost boy got fly without Peter PanAnd my delivery just got me buzzin' like the pizza manIn-person I am everything and moreI'm everywhere these other niggas never been beforeBut inside I'm treadin' water, steady tryna swim to shoreI'm on a shopping spree to get whatever is in storeYeah, 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 iffyWhile this youngin that you doubted is about to get busyI'ma kill it, I promise, that's how I know you're madI've always treated my city like some shoulder padsThe big homie, use a flash if you mustAnd I swear I ain't askin' for much, all I want is the...Yeah, I want the money (Money), money and the carsCars and the clothes (Clothes), the hoesI supposeI 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 successfulYeah, it's like I, it's like I know what I gotta sayI just don't know... how to say it... to youUh, pardon the swag, but bitch, it's Car-teyLong bread, I don't eat shortcake, how come I can'tMiss a woman like I can't miss court datesCheese, but she's not in this portraitAnd yeah, life's fine, but I don't portrayI'm on the other side, but it is a short gateI don't want the glow, I want the glo-rayAnd I'ma fuck the world, but this is just foreplayTired of hearin' bullshit, bring on the cow shitHaven't met a smell that's stinkier than our shitAnd that's word to TorontoSo high up, I got birds in the condoHa, ain't that a female dog?Ask her who I am to her, and she yell, ""God""Weezy Baby, I go re-al hardNo further details, boy"