Lyrics:
I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad. Buy all of the things I never had. Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine, Smiling next to Oprah
dun-dun-dun-done I'm like Beethoven with the bass on it Ain't have to spit to make bops Made the Oprah pop when that 'Toven drops Singing like na-na-na-na-na-na,
BE MORE LIKE OPRAH PLEASE…. (we all love Oprah) SO WILL IT CHANGE FOR THE POWERS WHO ARE TO BLAME WHEN EVERY FLOYD WHO SHAMES THEM THE LOST MEN WHO
fast before government caught me So I'ma dedicate this one verse to Oprah On how the infamous, sensitive N-word control us So many artists gave her
Tom Brokaw announcing his love for puppies Pictures of Oprah Winfrey fucking robots For sale on E-Bay 10 dollars 20 dollars 30 dollars Sold
mo' *** I'm watchin' Oprah cover Hurricane Katrina I see the same *** on Oprah Floatin' away on the hood of a Camry That was in the *** Lil Weezy
And I see the same bitch, that was in my video You know what I'm sayin' And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' fucked up I'm watchin Oprah cover
swallow all the proteges, nigga Lookin' like a open safe, nigga We in this bitch, looking like Miss Oprah's safe, nigga (we're safe) My homie caught
to Yale, Go kiss Oprah's ass, if you wanna be Gail, I rather have my ass kissed, up in Bloomingdale, You can go, be a pimp, you can go, be a hoe, But you
money ain't too far from Oprah's You should've seen what I paid my chauffeur It's enough to buy you a roster This toaster supposed to take you
mo', just mo' doe, mimosas pouring, Oprah's earrings on fingers While your girl performs cunnilingus 'Cause this big money aroma lingers Barber
to hell Do I got to sell my soul if I wanna go to Yale? Go kiss Oprah's ass if you wanna be Gail I'd rather have my ass kissed up in Bloomingdale You can
bitch, you know that shit ain't rent-free (bad) Birkin color purple, Oprah Winfrey (Oprah) Pop it, twerk it, baby, go up on your friend feed (hey)
in the dough Chug my way up the corporate ladder I'd be the boss in no time at all I'd be richer than Oprah Winfrey If I had a nickel for every
the night stay Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I hate myself It was Oprah On the TV show She told me so It was Oprah On the TV
start again I want you, I want you Sitting on the sofa watching Oprah when it sort of was our thing The girl, the cat and me Months go by and the years
with Oprah's ice Be like Janet, take control of your life What on earth, what I'm suppose to do (young girl) What on earth, what I'm suppose to do
know Puerto Rican version of Scarface Fuck with the God's say Disrespect, piss in your broad's face Chains stay chunky like Oprah's belly Got
Don't try bossing me Straight talk, straight talk Turn loose and let it go You can tell me anything Just like on Oprah's show Just tell me how you
You my Hilary, but you try an' diss me I'ma call on whiskey, need a black lady independent Oprah Winfrey, ask Oprah Winfrey Has she heard about me?
the baker's thumbs I bake the cake, get two of them for one Then I move the weight like I'm Oprah's son Uh, I'll show you how to do this son Young don't mess
And I see the same bitch, that was in my video You know what I'm sayin' And then y'knahmsayin, to make that even mo' fucked up I'm watchin Oprah cover
Hanks in Apollo So Linden Boulevard Is you wit' me like Puba? We rockin' diamond links like this Is only built for Cuba I'm on some brand new like Oprah's
Deepak Chopra Tryna figure out how I'ma act on Oprah (Get back) What's up with Skateboard P? Is He that dope uh? Is he really Barry Bonds? Is he that
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