Lotto

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Imani Coppola - Rap, Underground Rap

Lotto

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[Intro] Beautiful life if money grew on trees [Verse 1] I played lotto today If luck be a lady let her lead the way 'Cause I've been broke my whole damn life But I guess I can be a rich man's wife All I need is a dream and a dollar Don't need education don't have to be a scholar Walked my raggedy ass to the corner store Picked five lucky numbers 1 3 2 4 5 [Chorus] I'm gonna win the lottery All you poor folks just wait and see Imma give ten million to charity And the rest is gonna be just for me I'm gonna fix my broken back Save my poppa from a heart attack Buy an island for a getaway Dear Lord, please make this my lucky day [Verse 2] Numbers, numbers, many to choose from Never thought it'd be so hard to pick some Lookin' for significance in number one none Searchin' for significance in number three please There's more of a chance I'll be struck by lightning The thought is frightening There's more of a chance for world peace in the Middle East Money has been necessary since there is no tooth fairy Put on a grin, jump in You gotta play to win You gotta play to win You gotta, you gotta, you gotta You gotta play to win You gotta play to win You gotta, you gotta, you gotta [Chorus] I'm gonna win the lottery All you poor folks just wait and see Imma give ten million to charity And the rest is gonna be just for me I'm gonna fix my broken back Save my poppa from a heart attack Buy an island for a getaway Dear Lord, please make this my lucky day [Verse 3] Dollar bill, dollar bill Come to me if you will Searchin' the couches for quarters Checkin' the pockets of my pants for fifty freakin' cents To get me a cup of coffee Money tree, money tree Shed all your leaves for me I'm poor, I'm really really poor I'm an artist who's starving It ain't so poetic — it's rather pathetic when you're livin' it Welfare's and option so is unemployment I'd rather give blood 'cause there's more enjoyment Minus the paperwork and the long lines And the food stamps and the headaches [Interlude] Beautiful life if money grew on trees [Chorus] I'm gonna win the lottery All you poor folks just wait and see Imma give ten million to charity And the rest is gonna be just for me I'm gonna fix my broken back Save my poppa from a heart attack Buy an island for a getaway Dear Lord, please make this my lucky day

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  • Imani Coppola