Lyrics

I just want to
Be Rich
Be Rich
With a pocket full of money
Ohhhh
I just want to
Be Rich
Be Rich
With a pocket full of money
Ohhhh

Uh, woke up thinking about a million bucks
Boat loads of cash I'm talking rich as fuck
Beamer, Benz, and Bentley Trucks
On my yacht with a pound of weed, about to roll up
Private jets flying over Maui
Feeling Saudi
Touch down hop up in the Audi
Travel county to county
Ha, no sleep the money won't allow me
5 star dinners with expensive champagne
Foreign bitches with tropical names I can't explain
In exotic terrain, getting some major brain
It's a celebration my baby and I can't complain, no
This the life of a real rich nigga
More money means I'm getting more richer
The fame make me bigger, ha
I'm never in last place you fucking with a winner, so

I just want to
Be Rich
Be Rich
With a pocket full of money
Ohhhh
I just want to
Be Rich
Be Rich
With a pocket full of money
Ohhhh

If I want it, I'ma get it, I ain't sitting around wishing
I just get into position, while I speak it to existence
All I know is tunnel vision when it comes to chasing chicken
Look up the word hustle see me with the definition
I used to be focused on the models and the vixens
Until I realize the bitches and the bottles come with it
I fell in love with money let me say that I'm smitten
Do anything for it pray to god for redemption
I don't ask permission, I ask forgiveness
I hope that when it's over I to can be forgiven
Please somebody help me my best friend missing
Dead white male blue strip is the description
If you talking paper then you got my full attention
But if not, then don't say squat I won't listen
No days off key thing is persistence
No excuses even Ray Charles had a vision

I just want to
Be Rich
Be Rich
With a pocket full of money
Ohhhh

I just want to
Be Rich
Be Rich
With a pocket full of money
Ohhhh