Fortunate Ones
Fortunate Ones - If I Were A Rich Man songtekst
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It was all a dream, I used to read the double XL source and the conference magazine Jay Z put me on to a vivid dream and freed Aj used to run my TV screen Hang the lyrics on my wall, every summer free lunches at PS 'cafeteria hall Now I'm in the mall 'cause I can afford to ball Shame on these bitches, I can't even keep the score or at least I thought I did I told myself that if I ever make a million I promised that I'd get bored of it Shopping sprees, no receipts, got words with Double Ds 'as my Ferraris No more surges, though, my game has grown Prefer you call me sir when you got your hand out for that loan I'm like King James when I'm bucking in the pen I want that work of art, darling, ask about a name, darling In Miami Beach, caught Versace sheets, four Versace house, cheated on my bitch And she my future divorce, bounce, goddamn, I will miss that mouse Make some money, now I know what Will was talking about But I broke your soul, it was all a dream, Biggie told me that it was just all a dream Hold me, baby, warned me that it was all a dream Should've listened to the motherfucking Brooklyn kings If I were a rich man La la la la la la la More hoes, more clothes, more money for the bros More foes, more rows, more coke for the nose If I were a rich man La la la la la la la More hoes, more clothes, more money for the bros More foes, more rows, more coke for the nose I ain't rich but don't push me Success is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy Picture getting ass reloaded, on a boat, show potent Till I hit the iceberg and I'm floating Hoes down, nigga wanna cook it And they whistle, got bitches coming for me 'Cause my diamonds, they be glistening Now pay attention, rest in peace 'cause all of the pieces That were broke were glued, didn't have it all Now really I'm for it, too Three see me balling wearing sandals Giving scandals to these riders I'm the jackal, gorilla style, offers, building me statues Up and real 'cause Miami was to frill It was all good till it all got legal Now I'm bald like American eagles With none of my peoples Paranoid and looking through peepholes and now I'm deceitful Laughing till the bank told the milk comes out my nose And my forefathers like dominoes