Filthy Rich
Hey Monea Lyrics


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 made me be...
fithy rich.
All day spent sitting in the shade,
and drinking whisky lemondade,
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 made 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

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