[Intro: Dennis Graham]
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'? Hahahahahahaha
You know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse: Drake]
Part of me wish that I could meet with all you haters in person
They got a lot of feelings for me they just ain't certain
How to express themself when I walk into the club
And take stares like the fuckin elevators ain't workin', yeah
'Cause they know the promoter paid you
You wouldn’t have come if someone hadn’t of made you
You just lookin' forward to seein' woman that played you
And shittin' on the men they get engaged to
I swear it’s like, uh
More confidence and less fear
We can discuss it further when y'all manage to get here
Diddy here, O here, Skinny here, Rex here
And we just havin' one of those conversations 'bout next year
I'ma kill it I promise this how I know you 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 asking 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

[Outro: Drake]
Yeah
And I don't know if I can do that with you, you know, so