If I Had A Dollar Lyrics by Saba (feat. Benjamin Earl Turner)
If I had a dollar every time I failed, I’d be a rich n****
Money that don’t mean wealth, that just mean rich, n****
Look at that soul on sale, make you rich n****
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
If I had a dollar all the times I failed, I’d be a rich n****
Money that don’t mean wealth, that just mean rich, n****
Look at that soul on sale, make you rich n****
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
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
Microscope to the moves that you made
Enough flavor without fruit
Hop up out the bitch, 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 n***** love to break shit as a kid
If I had a dollar every time I did fail
N****, I’d be rich (Rich, rich)
If I had a dollar every time I failed, I’d be a rich n**** (Let’s go)
Money that don’t mean wealth, that just mean rich, n**** (Let’s go)
Look at that soul on sale, make you rich n**** (Let’s go)
Dollar all the time I failed
If I had a dollar all the times I failed, I’d be a rich n****
Money that don’t mean wealth, that just mean rich, n****
Look at that soul on sale, make you rich n****
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
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
N***** just ain’t have the bandwidth, damn, n****
If I had a dollar every time I failed, I could pay a rich n**** 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, and my green turned to a purple haze
And the future days lookin’ hella clouded
Fail like an angel God doubted it
Prevailing against any odd, count it
I’m rich, rich