Millionaire
Outkast (feat. Kelis) Lyrics

I said, her from the city So her got to be witty, witty She said, him from the country So him got to be funky, funky
The woman from the city is expected to be intelligent, while men from the country are expected to be fun-loving

Mama, I'm a millionaire, but I feel like a bum Mama, I'm a millionaire, but I feel like the only one I, I, I, I woke up early this morning I don't think y'all heard me I woke up early this morning I don't think y'all heard me I woke up early this morning I don't think, think y'all heard me I woke up early this morning, but I still ain't see the sun Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Being rich does not guarantee happiness; feeling alone, isolated, and unimportant despite your wealth

Papa, I'm a millionaire, but Saks Fifth Ave. don't sell affection Saks Fifth Ave. don't sell affection Papa, I'm a millionaire, but I ain't moving in the right direction Something ain't right, I know I ain't rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich oh I ain't rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich I ain't rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich I ain't rich, til he is rich, and she is rich, then we is rich, mmmm
Missing genuine human connections even if you’re wealthy and realizing that true wealth comes from having loved ones who are also financially secure

Where there is cheese there are rats Where ever there are rats there are cats Where ever there are cats there are dogs If you got the dogs, you got bitches Bitches always out to put their paws on your riches If you got riches, you got glitches If you got glitches in your life computer, turn it off And then reboot it, now you back on Can't just put the cap on the old bottle Once you pop it, that will spoil it Go on and drink it and enjoy it, uh Mama, I'm a millionaire
In life, there will always be people who try to take advantage of your wealth; if you encounter problems, reset and reprocess until you can enjoy the fruits of your labor

What's a girl to do when she just has dimes No time, just pay-ay-ay-ay What's a girl to do instead of me It's you, be true-ue-ue-ue What's a girl to do in a world of greed But kneel and pray-ay-ay-ay What's a girl to do when she's lost her long time friends That's li-i-i-i-ife
Women with limited resources face financial difficulties and must prioritize utility; in times of crisis, it's important to stay true to oneself and remain grateful to God despite the world's focus on materialism and consumerism, which can lead to losing touch with friends.

I, I'm feeling sad like a million bucks I, I, I, I, I, I'm feeling sad like a million I, I, I'm feeling sad like a million Sad like a million I, I, I, I, I, I'm feeling sad
Paradoxically feeling both rich and unhappy; emotional costs of success