Rich Mofo (Cypher Entry)
• Written by Jerrika12
If I won the lottery
all you niggas would sure hear bout me.
Be like hello, champagne,
Goodbye McDonalds dollar tea,
throwin' my stacks around,
no more ghetto struggles be left for me.
Maybe I'd help the world,
contribute the green,
help charities and the homeless,
the nicest mofucka you seen.
I'd get a five story mansion,
with a few expansion,
but I'd still spit lyrics regardless,
'cause rappin' be my passion.
Get my family help,
but clothes within the latest fashion.
Become a rich icon,
let my enemies' bygones be bygones,
wear my tophat and my monocle,
yo you aught to call me cyclops.
I might play up
go on a frenzy with each penny,
no end in sight
but go down with a fight.
Too much money make me feel macho,
because I be a rich mofo.
Uh,
I wont just hit up those strip clubs,
I'll buy them, if the strippers leave that's just my luck,
no more need for store hit ups,
because I got more money than Britain's archbishops,
combined together,
wearin' more stuff in my gang,
rather just jeans and a jacket of leather.
Still be breakin' the system,
causin' fake niggas shutdowns,
wanna bitch about that but I aint listening
got too much business to be running.
Apple, Microsoft, Porsche, Coke,
CEO of so much shit
it's a wonder I aint broke.
I'll give young homies a ray of hope,
they be sayin my rags to riches story be dope.
Shame it all a dream though,
'cause I still got to resort to hustlin' to make dough.
I might play up
go on a frenzy with each penny,
no end in sight
but go down with a fight.
Too much money make me feel macho,
because I be a rich mofo.
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Jerrika12
Member since August 25 2015