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Young Money - Trophies Lyrics



Young Money - Trophies Lyrics
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[ Featuring Drake ]

Yeah

Had hit records on my demo
Did y'all boys not get the memo?
I do not stay at the Intercontinental
And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothaf*cka
Figured out this shit is simple
My stock been goin' up like a crescendo
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes
But, nigga, I do not wanna be friends though

I told y'all mothaf*ckers
Man, this shit is not a love song
This a "f*ck a stripper on a mink rug" song
This a "f*ck them boys forever, hold a grudge" song
"Pop some f*ckin' champagne in the tub" song
Nigga, "just because" song (damn)

What's the move?
Can I tell truth? If I was doin' this for you
Then I'd have nothin' left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it 'cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga

Bitch, I go to Dreams with a suitcase
I got my whole country on a new wave
She like, "I heard all your niggas stay where you stay"
House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days
Bitch, I use a walkie-talkie just to get a beverage
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding
That taught my ass to stay committed, f*ck the credit
Bitch, check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it

I told y'all mothaf*ckers
Man, this shit is not a love song
This a "doin' me and only God can judge" song
"I do not know what the f*ck you thought it was" song
"Pop some f*ckin' champagne in the tub" song
Nigga, "just because" song

What's the move?
Can I tell truth? If I was doin' this for you
Then I have nothin' left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, Trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it 'cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga
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Yeah

Had hit records on my demo
Did y'all boys not get the memo?
I do not stay at the Intercontinental
And anything I got is not a rental, I own that mothaf*cka
Figured out this shit is simple
My stock been goin' up like a crescendo
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes
But, nigga, I do not wanna be friends though

I told y'all mothaf*ckers
Man, this shit is not a love song
This a "f*ck a stripper on a mink rug" song
This a "f*ck them boys forever, hold a grudge" song
"Pop some f*ckin' champagne in the tub" song
Nigga, "just because" song (damn)

What's the move?
Can I tell truth? If I was doin' this for you
Then I'd have nothin' left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it 'cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga

Bitch, I go to Dreams with a suitcase
I got my whole country on a new wave
She like, "I heard all your niggas stay where you stay"
House so big I haven't seen them boys in two days
Bitch, I use a walkie-talkie just to get a beverage
I saw my parents split up right after the wedding
That taught my ass to stay committed, f*ck the credit
Bitch, check the numbers, I'm the one who really get it

I told y'all mothaf*ckers
Man, this shit is not a love song
This a "doin' me and only God can judge" song
"I do not know what the f*ck you thought it was" song
"Pop some f*ckin' champagne in the tub" song
Nigga, "just because" song

What's the move?
Can I tell truth? If I was doin' this for you
Then I have nothin' left to prove, nah
This for me, though
I'm just tryna stay alive and take care of my people
And they don't have no award for that
Trophies, Trophies
And they don't have no award for that
Shit don't come with trophies, ain't no envelopes to open
I just do it 'cause I'm 'sposed to, nigga
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Writer: Sharon Kaye Abshire, Chauncey A. Hollis, Aubrey Drake Graham, Raymond Deandre Martin, Marvin Thomas, Noah James Shebib, Bernard Joseph Gerard
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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