Тональность: C minor
Intro 1
Am
F
Am
F
Dm
F
Am
F
Am
Verse 1
Am
Money,
F
Am
cars, clothes, the hoes
F
Em
C
G
I just wanna be successful
C
F
I just wanna be,
C
Em
I just wanna be successful
C
G
I just wanna be successful
F
Am
Aw yeah, Trey, I fuckin' feel ya
Bb
They be starin' at the money
like it's unfamiliar
Am
Bb
I get it, I live it, to me,
Am
there's nothin' realer
Just enough, I saw your problems,
too much, it kill ya
I always come right back here
Am
C
Am
The young spitter that everybody in rap fear
C
F
A lot of y 'all, it still sounded
Yeah the game need change
and I'm the motherfuckin' cashier
C
Nickels for my thoughts,
C
Quarters of the kush,
Am
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
F
G
I want it all, that's why I strive for it
C
E
Am
This me, you'll never hear a reply for it
C
Any award show or party, I get fly for it
I know that it's coming,
I just hope that I'm alive for
F
I want the money, money in the cars,
Em
Am
cars in the clothes, the hoes, I sup pose
I just wanna be,
C
I just wanna be successful
G
C
Am
F
C
I just wanna be,
Em
Am
I just wanna be successful
I just wanna be,
C
G
Em
I just wanna be successful
C
Am
C
Am
Yeah, I want things to go my way
But as of late,
Dm
Am
a lot of shipping going 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
C
Am
And she cried to me, so I cried too
And my stomach was soaking wet,
she only fired two
F
And 48 hours all before
I showed up
Am
And brought a thousand dollars
worth of drinks
Damn, my reality just set in
Am
Dm
Am
An d even when the phantoms leased them hoes wanna get in,
F
I do a lot of things hoping I never had to fit in,
Am
so tryna keep up with my progress
is like a dead end,
F
my girl love me but fuck it
my heart beats slow
E
and right now the tour bus
is looking like a freak show,
Am
and life change for us every single week
Em
so it's good but I know
G
this ain't the peak though
Am
F
G
cause I want the money, money and the cars, the cars and the clothes,
Em
E
Em
Am
C
G
the hoes, I sup pose, I just wanna be, I just wanna
C
F
I just wanna be,
C
I just wanna be successful
Em
Am
I just wanna be,
C
G
C
Am
C
Am
F
I just wanna be successful
Am
C
Am
We'll split this fuckin'
ticket right after.
F
You know what you do,
you know what you do,
Am
but we just, you know...
We're getting to the top,
F
Am
all the way to the top.
F
C
You need to go for the money.
Em
And not the money,
Am
you know what I'm sayin'?
C
You know what I'm sayin'?
G
C
Am
C
Uh,
wise words from a decent man
Am
Back when I was tryna 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
Dm
Am
In person I am everything an d more
Dm
I'm everywhere these other
Am
niggas never been before
F
But inside I'm treadin' water steady
tryna swim the shore
Am
I'm on a shoppin' spree
to get whatever is in store
Yeah, just call me shoppin' bag Drizzy
Dm
Or call me Mr. Damn,
he ain't coppin' that Izzy
Am
F
An d fans of these freshmen
Am
is about to get iffy
While this youngin' that you doubted
is about to get busy
F
I'ma kill it, I promise this, I know you're
C
Em
E
I've always treated my city
like some show to pass
Am
The big homie use a flash if you must
Em
And I swear I ain't askin' for much
Am
All I want is the money,
Em
The cars and the clothes,
E
Em
Am
the hoes, I sup pose
I just wanna be,
C
I just wanna be successful
Dm
C
Em
Am
I just wanna be, I just wanna be
I just wanna be,
C
G
Em
C
Dm
I just wanna be successful
Em
It's like I, it's like
E
I know what I gotta say
Am
I just don't know
How to say it, how to say it, how to say it
Am
C
Uh, pardon the swag
Am
But bitch, it's carte
Long bread, I don't eat shortcake
How come I can't miss a woman
F
Am
like I can't miss court dates?
She's, but she's not in this portrait
C
Am
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 glow ray
And I'ma fuck the world,
but this is just foreplay
C
Tired of hearing bullshit,
Am
bring on the cow shit
Haven't met a smell
that's stinkier than our shit
Am
And that's word to Toronto
F
So high up, I got birbs in the condo
Ain't that a female dog?
Ask her who I am to her
Em
Am
and she yell, God, Weezy,
baby, I been real hard
C
No further details, boy
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