| Had a daydream, it was awesome
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| All your best friends said I was obnoxious
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| So I killed them with some kindness
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| I bought ‘em all brand spankin' new apartments
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| But back in the real world everyone’s posing
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| She got a chauffeur, came with the Rollie
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| Cash is the savior, sacred and holy
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| Nobody knows me
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| I just wanna be rich enough
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| That I don’t even have to give a fuck
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| All I wanna do is hit my plug
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| ‘Cause he got love
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| Blowin' all my homies up
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| I just wanna be rich and stuff
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| Rollin' pinners up in fifty bucks
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| Havin' everybody hit me up
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| Oh, yeah, I just wanna be rich
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| In my bdroom, there’s a poster
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| Of a pop star sittin' on a sofa
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| In a big hous, with the big chain
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| ‘Cause his band name turn into a brand name
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| But I gotta get past my limitations
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| Start livin' up to expectations
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| I wanna blow up, done bein' patient
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| I wanna make it
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| I just wanna be rich enough
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| That I don’t even have to give a fuck
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| All I wanna do is hit my plug
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| ‘Cause he got love
|
| Blowin' all my homies up
|
| I just wanna be rich and stuff
|
| Rollin' pinners up in fifty bucks
|
| Havin' everybody hit me up
|
| Oh, yeah, I just wanna be rich
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| I just wanna be rich and stuff
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| Rollin' pinners up in fifty bucks
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| Havin' everybody hit me up
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| Oh, yeah, I just wanna be rich |