Benjamin Earl Turner - If I Had A Dollar lyrics

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Benjamin Earl Turner - If I Had A Dollar lyrics

[Intro: Saba] If I had a dollar every time I failed, I'd be a rich ni**a Money that don't mean wealth, that just mean rich, ni**a Look at that soul on sale, make you rich ni**a Dollar all the time I fail Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take it in, take your time Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take it in, take your time [Chorus: Saba] If I had a dollar all the times I failed, I'd be a rich ni**a Money that don't mean wealth, that just mean rich, ni**a Look at that soul on sale, make you rich ni**a Dollar every time I failed Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take it in, take your time Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take it in, take your time [Verse 1: Saba] Readin' the words of a few good men Childhood ways take the food out ya hand Long live the gang, got the crew down a man Microscopes to the moves that you made Enough labor without fruit Hop up out the b*tch, I'm Biggie Smalls, give me the loot They passed you the ball, and you caused them to loose It was all on you I can't even count all the shots I missed That Nick Anderson, you'll be scared to shoot But I can't call it, it is what it is Broke ni**as love to break sh*t as a kid If I had a dollar every time I did fail ni**a, I'd be rich (Rich, rich) [Chorus: Saba] If I had a dollar every time I failed, I'd be a rich ni**a (Let's go) Money that don't mean wealth, that just mean rich, ni**a (Let's go) Look at that soul on sale, make you rich ni**a (Let's go) Dollar all the time I failed If I had a dollar all the times I failed, I'd be a rich ni**a Money that don't mean wealth, that just mean rich, ni**a Look at that soul on sale, make you rich ni**a Dollar every time I failed Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take it in, take your time Take a loss, take a win, take a breath Take it in, take your time [Verse 2: Benjamin Earl Turner] Ayy, still with the gang I had learned to get bands with Remember when we played our records, the record executives pressing skip Guess it's just they couldn't download the messages ni**as just ain't have the bandwidth, damn them If I had a dollar every time I failed, I could pay a rich ni**a ransom I could pay and make this the national anthem I had all these bags like a Badu ballad Now we makin' bags off the word salad Had to master patience, like I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Had all them Ls that my brain turned to a purple haze And the future days lookin' hella clouded Fail like an angel God doubted Prevailing against any odd, count it I'm rich, rich

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