Lyrics Young Money – Trophies
Text:
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
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
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