Successful Lyrics - So Far Gone - Drake

Money, money, cars, cars 

Clothes, clothes, the hoes 

I suppose, yeah 

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 

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 spit'a that everybody in rap fear 

A lot of y'all are still soundin' like last year 

The game needs change and I'm the mofucking cashier 

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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 and 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 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 runaway from home 

But I left somethin' in the car and so I caught her in the driveway 

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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 hoes wanna get in 

I do a lot of things hopin' I neva have 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 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 

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 ashore 

I'm on a shoppin' spree to get whateva is in store 

Yeah, just call me "Shop And Bag Drizzy" 

And call me "Mr. Damn", he ain't copin' that is he 

And fans of these freshman is about to get iffy 

While this youngin' that you doubtin' is about to get busy 

I'ma kill it, I promise this, I know you mad 

I've always treated my city like some shoulder pads 

To 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 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 

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 

Cheese but she's not in this portrait 

Life's fine but I do not 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'ma 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 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