Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I could be rich
Or I could be that
Or I could be this
It isn't much
But you know that all we got is us
Remember the times
No dough in the bank
Aint shit in the fridge
You knew that all we had was this
[Verse 2]
With both hands bleeding from the work that I was doing
Just so I could be the father who was feeding
All the rumors I was hearing and believing I ain't shit
Now I'm the shit, best believe it
All the times I was out praying to a Jesus
I was looking in the mirror at the reason
But then I had seeds and whatever the season
I was like the water and the sun and the breezes
I was the provider, I provided what they needed
I was like the fire in the winter for the freezing
They say this is a man's world but if you the the man's girl
Well shit, the transition quite seamless
The transition from a boy to a man
Went from chasing down broads to chasin' filler for the bag
Getting hired, getting fired same evening
We wake up, we break up, you not leaving
You the best for that, I ain't saying that the rest was whack
But I get up and get you checks for that
Keep your breakfast fat to keep your booty and your breast in tact
And when you're mad I got the sex for that
[Verse 3]
I could be rich
Or I could be that
Or I could be this
It isn't much
But you know that all we got is us
Remember the times
No dough in the bank
Ain't shit in the fridge
You knew that all we had was this
[Verse 4]
Now I can buy my babies what they want (Anything)
Anytime they want (Anytime)
(It feel good too)
Now I can buy my lady what she wants (Anything)
Anything she wants (Anything)
(It feel good too)
[Verse 5]
We were the vagabonds
Pack our things and be gone
Now we are the Jeffersons
How we moving on up
[Verse 6]
Girl, 'round here you can't buy love
And I know I've been fortunate
If it runs out soon
Hope I still got you
Baby, please don't run
If I run out of funds
I'm not Daddy Warbucks
I'll be here with more love
[Verse 7]
Girl, 'round here you can't buy love
And I know I've been fortunate
If it runs out soon
Hope I still got you
Baby, please don't run
If I run out of funds
I'm not Daddy Warbucks
I'll be here with more love
[Verse 8]
Now I can buy my baby what she wants
Anything she wants
Written by: Sylvester Onyejiaka, brian marc feld
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