Drake- Successful Official Instrumental
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- Опубликовано: 11 сен 2024
- Drake- Successful (ft. Trey Songz & Lil' Wayne) Official Instrumental Remake
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Original Instrumentals
[Intro: Trey Songz]
The money (Money), cars (Cars)
The clothes (Clothes), the hoes
I suppose
Yeah
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
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
[Verse 1: Drake]
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
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
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
[Verse 2: Drake]
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:
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
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
[Interlude]
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'?
[Verse 3: Drake]
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...
[Chorus: Trey Songz & Drake]
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
[Interlude: Drake]
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
[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
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
Listen I'm ma keep it plan and simple I just wanna be successful and bring something new to this world that nobody else could distribute I snap on any instrumental for real I could not kid you what I'm building they can't dismantle they tried it from different angles but this is far from ah game of Jenga
I'm ma underground legend i know living my dreams we're destined now I'm putting myself to the forefront and I'm making the right connections this is timing of the essence i never gave up completing my mission though out all my year's of hardship i still was counting my blessings mention my name there's ah difference cause that guy strong and independent try to defame my character and I'm ma have you looking ridiculous my past writings got me 2 certificates I just want yall to be aware of it I don't cry over spilled milk yall could do the whining and bickering this rap shit is my passion and i swear I'm never going absent if people ain't adding on to your life then all they're doing is subtracting those the same one's that wish you bad malice I'm ma blow up in front of my doubters all my breakthroughs were ah challenge I wasn't placed on 🌎 to be average my haters wanna see me broke and imbalanced they thought they was gone snake me over and over and i never was gone notice their patterns
PRAISE GOD REPENT
Wake up everyday And this hate's all I see
I Gotta take this call 🤳
Like I joined the marines
in the front lines With My guys
And we Fighting for peace
Can't say no ( uh uh)
That's just how it's gotta be
I just pray
Don't complain
worry or do no crying
Ain't no question that I'm riding
And straight face the giant
I try and be the man my pops see in me
Drivin' down this road they call Easy Street
Waitin' for the light to turn green
And life is all good when they sights is on me
Tonight they call me money-driven Mac
'Cause once I see them dollars, I ain't gon' give 'em back
At the edge of your seat, you need to just relax
This ain't the main course, I'm just givin' you a snack
But soon you'll be ready for a meal
But I ain't ready, so y'all can just chill
'Cause I know that I ain't ready for a deal yet
I ain't even get a chance to play the field yet
Just started, I need to break a real sweat
But I haven't spit somethin' they ain't feel yet
Well, hold up, everybody got some haters
They hatin' on the Steelers and in love with the Raiders
Angry at the top from the bottom
Try and pull ya leg, hopin' that you'll fall and break
But I ain't makin' that mistake
I had to do this beat when I heard my man Drake
For goodness sake, this shit just sets me in a trance
Some people wanna listen, and the rest just dance
That's cool with me 'cause I like to get my groove on
I'm comin' with some new songs, tryin' not to do wrong
But lately it's been kinda hard
'Cause money on my mind
And the only time I'm stuck behind the bar
Is when I'm thinkin' of the next line to rhyme
But this shit, I ain't even have to think about
Picked up the pen and the ink started spillin' out
I'm so high, I believe that I can feel the clouds
So I hope y'all feel me now
The way these haters grillin', it kinda tickles
'Cause they think that they got me in a pickle
But in reality, I'm chess moves ahead of 'em
And I ain't sick of people comparin' me to Eminem
Funny to me, the more money I see
The more places to go, different countries to see
I'm just turnin' up the heat to a hundred degrees
Spittin' like I got a razor blade under my teeth
Check it, im back to back, like a chase of Hennessy mack,
Watch me attack,
Draw skills like an architect, respect,
The culture, see the roaming vultures,
Fuck success, i rather stay poor thats the real test,
Folks claiming, they love Jesus but please believe us,
At the same time they causing rucous, say put your trust in us,
And the streets is callin, but I ignored the ring tones,
Cuz if I answered, it be my last time before i go home,
Home not talking a house, im talking another place,
Where you gotta face,
One on one, with the sickel blade and a dark place,
Self vs self, yo that's the real wealth, fools dont know how to stay in stealth,
Hoes tryna get under my belt,
To see how i can be felt,
Sex is a ritual, cant lease my energies to these hoes,
I suppose i chose, another flow over a dying rose,
She took too many hits of rain,
Can't stand the pain, flashes of life, hitting in my window pane,
Focused on new gain, lost a few friends, but then a-gain,
Losses as well, and you can tell, I'm on some new shit, see the light, glowing from my shell,
Does YT flag this for copy?
Champ of Omaha That's be my Beat
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