Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trophies, artist - Young Money. Album song Rise Of An Empire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Trophies |
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 mu’fucka |
Figured out this shit is simple |
My stock been going up like a crescendo |
A bunch of handshakes from the fakes |
But nigga, I do not wanna be friends though |
I told y’all mu’fuckas |
Man, this shit is not a love song |
This a «fuck-a-stripper-on-the-mink-rug"song |
This a «fuck-them-boys, forever-hold-a-grudge"song |
«Pop-some-fucking-champagne-in-the-tub"song |
Nigga, «just-because"song |
Damn |
What’s the move? |
Can I tell the truth? |
If I was doing this for you then I’d have nothing 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, fuck the credit |
Bitch check the numbers, I’m the one who really get it |
I told y’all mu’fuckas |
Man, this shit is not a love song |
This a «doing-me-and-only-God-can-judge"song |
«I-do-not-know-what-the-fuck-you-thought-it-was"song |
«Pop-some-fucking-champagne-in-the-tub"song |
Nigga, «just because"song |
Damn |
What’s the move? |
Can I tell the truth? |
If I was doing this for you then I’d have nothing 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 |