You want the women to swoon
When you walk in the room
And they gaze into your diamond ring
You want the men to stare
As you rant and swear
At the waiter who brought the drinks
So you wanna be rich

You wanna drive big cars
Hang out with the stars
And let 'em know you really care
You wanna pay off cops
Pull out all the stops
And let 'em know you're really there
So you wanna be rich

So you wanna be rich
You wanna show you're thrifty
As you pull out a fifty
Just to light a Hunka Cuban cigar
You want a million dollar shine
Not a drop of wine
On the seat of your Cadillac car
So you wanna be rich

You want friends with power
New ones every hour
Flick 'em off like you would a switch
You want girls with class
With a nice tight ass who never complain or bitch

So you wanna be rich
So you wanna be rich

So you wanna be rich
Like the gangsters on MTV
So you wanna be rich
Like the ones who run the lottery
So you wanna be rich

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Writer(s): JOE ELY