Fortunate Ones - IF I Were a Rich Man lyrics

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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