Lyrics Rich Dad, Poor Dad - Ko-Jo Cue

Song recorded in Twi & English

Yɛ wo wo to sie so a wo nkyɛre tenten yɛ
Wɔ da sie ase asɛ wɔ ntee yɛ
Obi papa brɛ pɛɛ sika a ahonyadeɛ ɔgyee yɛ
Wo papa na deɛn na ɔde ne mmerɛ yɛ
Wei ne nsɛm a me dwene hoo on a daily ɛnsere hwɛ
This my hustle deɛ e for pay me, me reprepare
Daakye bi ama me babies, ɛfiri sɛɛ
My poppy for take the blame b, me hwehwɛɛ, mu no
E b my poppy wey e fail me
His mates been out there hustling since the 80′s
So their kids can see better days
Find better ways, elevate and make better pay

Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad's Your Dad, Kofi
Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad You Born ah you go be

Ne papa sika ny3 ne sika sɛn?
Wo kasa saa me tumi hu sɛ wo nyaa sika pɛn
Hwɛ gee, y3 woo kwasi na okita ten
Na me wɔ minus twenty nti no me da sɛn
Man afor get mills, all bets are off
Run on a treadmill if I stop ago fall hurt ma dog
9 to 5 with this degree I get
I survive, ɛnso me, me hia pii I guess
See I stress, reinvest every fee I get
Firi sɛ me nso, my kiddie for go GIS
I know there′s a billionaire in my bloodline
I'm tryna make a million here so ago set him up when he comes
Sika yɛ adeɛ nyinaa but sika nyɛ adeɛ nyinaa
But don't you go acting like sika nyɛ adeɛ biara
Sika nti na yɛɛ brɛ
Abusua, masefoɔ, kojo me mma nti na mee brɛ, na wo nso eh?

Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad′s Your Dad, Kofi
Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad You Born ah you go be
Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad′s Your Dad, Kofi
Rich Dad, Poor Dad, Which Dad You Born ah you go be

Feel like my father doubled the sins of his father, uh
And I'm the one here shouldering all the karma, uh
Yɛ count wo out a it does a lot to your spirit
E fit to break you down and e fit to help build it, uh
Hwɛ neɛ yabɛ duru
Saito mpo nie na international school
Like man dey search enough to be comfortable
But the catch be say you be comfortable
Wey you slip small norr then poverty this
So, too much money and property list, be what we dey aim for
Otabil, say if I sow seed
E go grow make we blow trees, no p but
Why more workers for ein branches no
Dey enjoy the fruits, slowwww it seems
Every rich man we idolize is either drug money
Fraud money, corrupt money or god′s money
Nti 9 to 5 yi ara na yɛ de bɛ si villagio?
E hard oh, nso me mpaaba oh
Ɛnyɛ me honam na ɛyɛ mmerɛ nka me npɛ ada oh
Use every hour on this path bro
That be why every line, every word, every verse for be fire
Every style, every guest, every step for be higher
Every sec I require every cheque I desire to be set
No time for regrets
Man dey waya for a while to get some tins
Whatever you do, abeg make you no stress your kids
Pass it all down to family except your sins
Make the losses into lessons so they can win
Rich Dad, poor dad, which dad you born ah you go be?