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Red carpet, Grammy Awards, Beat psy condoes with (???) Jacob watches, coats with the leather Fly G5's when we changing the weather I wanna be rich, and I wind up to my knees I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny I want lots of clothes and I want lots of diamonds I heard people die just tryna find it Wanna know where my head is, where my bread is I got a fetish for chasing this lettuce Nightmares of a dream gone wrong, Being hardened and tarnished by single long songs Certain things make eyes light up, so we Tom Cruise with our eyes wide shut But not once in my nerd like time Did I beat cartel with my third eye blind I just wanna be rich, I wanna be famous Don't wanna be broke, don't wanna be lamest Don't wanna care, just wanna be shameless That's bliss, that's numb, that's painless Lets see you take that to the grave, well I won't care about that when I'm paid Whether you're broke or rich, gotta get this Money's not everything, not having it is Songtexte I wanna be rich, and I wind up to my knees I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny I want lots of clothes and I want lots of diamonds I heard people die just tryna find it I see these flashing lights in my dream Cars, clothes and the finest things Say this life's just make-belief So my real life start when I go to sleep So just take me to that place that I see when I Close my eyes at night and I dream Don't wanna do no window shopping Just wanna throw it in the bag and cop it I am an American Idol He hot, need not a recital Just saying, I'mma be famous Fast point blank, period, no mind off Bad girls don't do bad things When they see me on that TV screen Whether you broke or rich, gotta get this Money's not everything, not having it is I wanna be rich, and I wind up to my knees I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny I want lots of clothes and I want lots of diamonds I heard people die just tryna find it Aus Songtexte Mania