How awesome it'd be to get a billion Kuwaiti dinars
Sounds good enough to shut up those real ass
Whose eyes gossip more than their tongue
With the Di's and zero words it will put
them where they belong
Start with my home; give it a touch of rehabilitation
That'd make papa proud, his smile 'd be an honest confession
Replace the tired dust in our every windows
With blinds or silk curtains, that should follow
Empty sacks of dried corn cob
Who needs that anymore as a side job
Momma sure do likes to be a landlady
She'd work so hard it's time to be lazy
Sign an estate or two to her name
Gift her the properties as hers to claim
Then adorn our pride with different babies to ride
Gratefulness would definitely follow this glory
If time permits us to change our story
If wishes were horses beggars would fly
I've no wings but I will climb towards this sky.
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