Successful [Live in Hartford Conn.]
by Trey Songz

The money (money)
Cars (cars)
Clothes (clothes), Hoes...
I suppose

I want da money,
Money and tha 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.
Ah yeah Trey I fuckin feel ya,
they be staring at the money like its sum familiar
I get it, I live it, to me there's nothin realer
just enough a solve ya 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 lotta yall is still soundin like last year
the game need change
Im da mutherfuckin cashier
a nickle for my thoughts
dimes in my bed
quarters of the kush hit the lines in my head
take my verses too serious you hate me
cause im the one to paint a vivid picture, no HD
yeah, I want it all thats why i strive for it
diss me you'll never hear a reply for it
any awards show or party and i get fly for it
I know that its comming, I just hope that im 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 (3x)

Yeah, I want things to go my way
but as of late a lotta shit been going sideways
and my mother tried to run away from home
but i left sum in the car so i caught her in the drive way
and she cried to me, so and i cried too
and my stomach was soked and wet
she only 5' 2''
and 48 hours before i showed up
and bought a thousand dollars worth of drink and got poured up
Damn, my reality just set in
and even when the phantoms leased them hoes wanna get in
I do a lot of things hopin i never have to fit in
so trying 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 my tour bus is looking like a freak show
And lights change for us every single week so
its good, but i know this aint the peep though


Why is words from a decent man
back when i was trying to a ring on Alisha's hand
This lost boy got fly without peter pan
and my delivery jus got me buzzin like the pizza man
In person i am everything and more
im everywhere these other niggas never been before
but inside im treading waters steady trying to swim to shore
im on a shopping spree to get whatever is in store
Just call me shopping bag drizzy
or call me mr damn he aint coppin dat is he
and fans of dis freashman is about to get iffy
so why this youngin that you doubting is about to get busy
Im a kill it i promise thats how i know you mad
ive always treated my city just like some shoulder pads
The big hommie use a flash if you must
and i swear i aint asking for much
all i want is the...

yeah, yeah its like i know what i wanna say
its just i dont know how to stay it (it)
to you....

(Lil Wayne:)
Pardon the swag, but bitch its carter
long bread i don't eat shake cake
how come i can't miss a woman like i can't miss court dates
Cheese, but shes not in this portrait
yeah lifes fine but i dont portray
Im on the other side but it is a sharp gate
I dont want the glow, I want the glory
and imma fuck the world but this is just foreplay
Tired of hearing bullshit bring her on to cow shit
havent smelled a smell thats stankier than our shit
And thats word to toronto
so high up i got birds in the condo
Aint that a female dog
ask her who i am to her and she yell god
Weezie baby after we yell hard
no further details boy...
Lyrics submitted by Monique.