Lyrics:
I'm rich
I'm rich
I'm filthy fuckin' rich
Mutha Fucka
Thankyou
Mother fucker
No, thank me
Big mother fuckin' Remo
I did it
Babycake, 2 more years you
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm filthy fuckin rich!
Mothafucka...thank you! Mothafucka, no thank me!
Big Mothafuckin Remo!
I did it! Baby cakes!
2 more
what's the big reason.
Tell me the tricks to having loads of Fli.
Consider the silence of the soul
'Cause filthy rich is just what it is, filthy rich
bet your ass
Everybody's trying to get filthy rich off of someone else's money
I saw a preacher on the TV with big diamond rings on his hand
He
Come on down have a look around at rich folks living in a poor folks town
We got no money but we're rich in love that's one thing that we've got
fucking rich
Filthy fucking rich
Dream big
Oh dream big
Oh dream big
Advertise the product
Incarcerate the poor
Exploit the working classes
that’s what
I wanna be
Filthy rich
Penthouse
Billionaire
Big pay check to my name
Every week
Every week
The trite people...
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
We
Ay suckas hate to see me get it like so, so
Bitches say they dig the way I kick it like so, so
Filthy rich and still I keep it pimping like so
the duffel bag and the jean
Bald eagle shit
Fly born rich
Filthy with the grind, come from flippin' bricks
Customize shit, foreign fly red bitch
Cash, cold, that's what I need
Big bill collectors they ring my phone
They bother me when I'm not at home
Ain't go no time to be fooling round
Feet
Come on down have a look around at rich folks living in a poor folks town
We got no money but we're rich in love that's one thing that we've got
on indie, indie
Rich rich rich
We on
Filthy rich
Stinking rich
We on superstar
We know who we are
Rich rich rich rich
We on
Blinded by success
We can't see no
what to do with
Ah ah ah I'm filthy rich
Ah ah ah I'm filthy rich
I can buy anything I want
And do anything I wish
I'm gonna buy a big house with
She left her neighborhood in which
Everyone was filthy rich
She left her parents at home
And strayed with a vagabond
Who made vows of love she
a couple seats 'cause this a couple tickets (facts)
I never lie to kick it, murderer but not convicted
They say I'm filthy rich, I told the judge, "yeah,
the honey
Poor man throws the cotton
And the rich man makes the money
[Chorus:]
We travel all over this country wide
Playing music by the hour
the watch face
It came with the freckles
Got a black card to pay
For all the incidentals
And my house so big I hear my whispers echo
Lord rich forever,
your time
Before you know it, you'll be like me
Filthy rich
Choppers and Uzis, my niggas go foolish
If it ain't bout the money, they lose it
My bros
She was young and she was pretty a victim of a rich man's whim
When she met a wealthy gentleman Big Ben Colson and she had a child by him
Well he
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
young to marry
Take me back to Tulsa I'm too young to marry
Little bee sucks the blossom big bee gets the honey
Poor man raise the cotton rich man
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
Down by where
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