I don't wanna be poor anymore
I wanna be flushed with chips
I wanna see a thousand girls on the floor just shaking their hips
Help me until I decide
To go all in and let it ride or run away
'Cause lately the tides are turning fast
And all I see is greener grass and brighter days
Oh and I
Have grown tired of this lifestyle
Yeah and I
Just wanna be happy for a while
I don't wanna be poor anymore
I wanna be flushed with chips
I wanna see a thousand girls on the floor just shaking their hips
I'm done with all the weekly raids
They model cars and paper planes
Hate to say, but I'm too old for this
Oh lord please make me be
Filthy rich
All day spent sitting in the shade
And drinking whiskey lemonade
Then waking up
Then I'll be climbing up the money tree
And falling down into the leaves
When I've had enough
Oh and I
Have grown tired of this lifestyle
Yeah and I
Just wanna be happy for a while
I don't wanna be poor anymore
I wanna be flushed with chips
I wanna see a thousand girls on the floor just shaking their hips
I'm done with all the weekly raids
They model cars and paper planes
Hate to say, but I'm too old for this
Oh lord please make me be
I'm done with all the weekly raids
They model cars and paper planes
Hate to say, but I'm too old for this
I don't wanna be poor anymore
I wanna be flushed with chips
I wanna see a thousand girls on the floor just shaking their hips
I'm done with all the weekly raids
They model cars and paper planes
Hate to say, but I'm too old for this
Oh lord please make me be
Lord please make me be... yeah
Lord please make me be
Please
Filthy rich