Collaborating with Rihanna - Cosmo Jarvis

Let me in your club let me

Rub shoulders with the ones you call your own

Let me call this game home

I’ll kill you if you say no.

I could cut my hair low

Or grow it like an afro

I could do some collaborations

I could snort blow

From the cleavage of a fine 'ho,

But if she ugly;

no.

I cant have the rest of the girls in the world in my video

'Cos that would make me look bad

How should I word it?

You see we must be perfect if we gonna be

Inserted in the worlds ass

'Cos the perfect are the envy

Of the many who just 'aint that.

I could even moisturize

Go to the club, look in some girls eyes

Sing about how I’m hypnotized

In a month i’ll be richer than all you guys

So please just let me in

I wanna be your friend

I wanna sing about

Whatever made it last weekend

I wanna steal some melodies

From someones previous release

When it came out you were babies

You mother fuckers think its me!

Well my music’s pretty blah blah

Yeah thats right i’m no Madonna

So if i’m gonna make some dolla

I got to sing it with Rihanna

Well my music’s pretty blah blah

Yeah thats right i’m no Madonna

The only way I make my dolla is

Maybe I could say that im a heartbreaker

And i make the girls sweet and I make the girls wet

In the club, I is the best you get

You bitches are shrimp in my net

That kinda attitude’ll get me laid

And get me paid and get me in the music trade

And get me played until you hate it

I’ll lay it down for you, thats if you’ll let me

Accept these pleas to let me in your industry

I’ll sing about my ex and me

And how she tore my heart to pieces

I’ll write a fucking thesis

'Bout how my love increases

If that what gonna get me rich

Baby, i’ll suck dog dick if you want it

Not only will I do it but i’ll also auto-tune it

So all you fucking school kids go out and buy my music

And the cash will fill the room and it will buy away my gloom

That kinda shit wont come soon

'Aint gonna let this wait consume

My need to make my lyrics bloom

Gotta steal a catchy tune

Gotta sell it on to you and two by two they buy buy buy

My pile of cash is getting high mother fuckers!

Well my music’s pretty blah blah

Yeah that’s right i’m no Madonna

So if i’m gonna make some dolla

I got to sing it with Rihanna

Well my music’s pretty blah blah

yeah thats right i’m no Madonna

The only way I make my dolla is

I cant wait 'till im so rich

that every bitch be sucking my dick

and whenever the cash flow gets too low

i’ll call my team and say

Hey, lets go, go, go mother fuckers lets write a single!

they’ll be working, I will mingle

with all the A list, B list, C list

See this?

It says V.I.P

wish you was on it?

Want it?

well.

I’ll tell you how;

you got to sell!

Stick with the right crowd

don’t matter what you all about

Pout, even if you got a dick

and if you wrote a song you think’s a hit

then sing it with someone who’s made it

sing about some love

or how you and your girl broke up

or how badly your heart is cut

or how you like a birthday fuck

talk about how much you love her

recall how you met each other

then next week you’ll sing another

Go fuck your mother!