Fortunate Ones - If I Were A Rich Man Lyrics
It was all a dream, I used to read the double XL source and the conference magazineJay Z put me on to a vivid dream and freed Aj used to run my TV screenHang the lyrics on my wall, every summer free lunches at PS 'cafeteria hallNow I'm in the mall 'cause I can afford to ballShame on these *****es, I can't even keep the score or at least I thought I didI told myself that if I ever make a million I promised that I'd get bored of itShopping sprees, no receipts, got words with Double Ds 'as my FerrarisNo more surges, though, my game has grownPrefer you call me sir when you got your hand out for that loanI'm like King James when I'm bucking in the penI want that work of art, darling, ask about a name, darlingIn Miami Beach, caught Versace sheets, four Versace house, cheated on my *****And she my future divorce, bounce, goddamn, I will miss that mouseMake some money, now I know what Will was talking aboutBut I broke your soul, it was all a dream, Biggie told me that it was just all a dreamHold me, baby, warned me that it was all a dreamShould've listened to the mother*****ing Brooklyn kingsIf I were a rich manLa la la la la la laMore hoes, more clothes, more money for the brosMore foes, more rows, more coke for the noseIf I were a rich manLa la la la la la laMore hoes, more clothes, more money for the brosMore foes, more rows, more coke for the noseI ain't rich but don't push meSuccess is like the sweetest joy next to getting *****Picture getting ass reloaded, on a boat, show potentTill I hit the iceberg and I'm floatingHoes down, nigga wanna cook itAnd they whistle, got *****es coming for me'Cause my diamonds, they be glisteningNow pay attention, rest in peace 'cause all of the piecesThat were broke were glued, didn't have it allNow really I'm for it, tooThree see me balling wearing sandalsGiving scandals to these ridersI'm the jackal, gorilla style, offers, building me statuesUp and real 'cause Miami was to frillIt was all good till it all got legalNow I'm bald like American eaglesWith none of my peoplesParanoid and looking through peepholes and now I'm deceitfulLaughing till the bank told the milk comes out my noseAnd my forefathers like dominoes
