Filthy Rich

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