[Lyric] Pretty Rich Boy (Ibi Aanu Zoboi)

Hey rich boy, how much for that dollar?
I need to buy a dream
I've gathered the clouds and stars
to form a cheerleading team

Shouting "Shoot your shot!" from the sidelines
thinking that if I win
They all have a turn at this wheel
to take it for a spin

My mama wants to play too,
but she's late to this game
A dollar is a dollar, she says,
things are still the same

But if you sell me this dollar,
I'll owe you three
Work myself to the bone,
none left for family and me

Now, you got my three dollars
with your dreams already paid for
Walking into fancy rooms,
never kicking down a door
But you own that door, that room,
that house, and its land
So I'd have to give you four more dollars
just to pay for where I stand

If you could, you'd charge me for thе air I breathe,
the drеams I dream
Even the love I love, make my own beating heart
turn on me like some scheme