Schaffer The Darklord - Rich Man lyrics

Diamonds and emerald pearls, silver and gold Roll in a Beamer, Mazaratti, a Ferrari, a Rolls Benjamins in multiples of tens in rolls Persian rugs and d** filling cereal bowls A fleet of limousines idle lined in the lot A penthouse with a helipad, a 50-foot yacht A mansion in the Hamptons and a getaway spot These are just a few of the things that I have not I'm so stone-cold broke, you know it's no joke, I get A embarra**ing paycheck, half pays the late rent Half Uncle Sam gets, I haven't been paid yet The only big numbers I ever see are in my debt I can't believe I still live this life, I cry "When's this Ship I've heard so much about gonna get in?" It's Ridiculous I'm sick of this sh** driven witless Can I get a witness? Can I get ten cents? Can I pay my dues and use my debit? Get it? Swipe it, type in my PIN, rejected, forget it Denied, had I a dime every time ATMs said it I dread it, but my migraine is worse than my credit And I got holes in my pockets like the ulcers in my tummy Some receipts in my wallet stuck to something black and gummy Disposition so unsunny, wanna hear you everybody Say "No money money no money money money!" (CHORUS): And I ain't got no money I'm so broke it ain't funny No land of milk and honey For me, envy everybody Oh when will my ship get in? On the dock I sit with an Open hand and it's a b**h, man Living like this in the land of the rich man I've been living this poor – well, I guess for Forever, and I bet I will forever more Barely eking by, seeking out the dollar stores For necessities upsettingly I still cannot afford Every week for forty hours juggle taking orders Every weekend struggle try to buy a beer with quarters Days are getting longer but my life is getting shorter Can't afford the paper, read it in the corner at Borders I have resorted to cutting corners, tightened my belt Till I felt it in my pelvis, buckle-shaped welts Help an overall deterioration of my health Which is supposed to be the least I have in lieu of no wealth And I tell myself I gotta get a job that pays More than I've ever made more than minimum wage I try to save for rainy days in wide array of ways A half-price sale at the dime store for dollar days What would I do with a fortune? Plenty Of course now I would even settle for twenty Or a tenny just so I could get breakfast at Denny's Instead of standing at the CoinStar, jar full of pennies Gotta play the lotto if I wanna win it Luck will win a one-way ticket from this rut in which I'm stuck They say the best things in life are free, I say that s**s The best stuff costs fifty bucks and up One million dollars, let me break it down In single bills it would weigh over 2,000 pounds That's 1,000 Benjamin Franklins and 5,000 pictures of Ulysses S. Grant and 10,000 Andrew Jacksons and 20,000 Alexander Hamiltons And another 30,000 Abraham Lincolns And 50,000 of the George Washingtons Plus another 100,000 of him in quarters Add 200,000 FDR dimes to the order 50,000 nickels plus five times as many Right-facing copper-headed Honest Abe pennies And that's plenty of cheddar, that's a thick stack of lettuce That's a whole lot of dough, a great big loaf or bread, it's A big chunk of change with which man Even an Oliver Twist kid could live like a rich man Money, it's a drag, the root of all evil Can't buy happiness, can't buy people Put a price on everything, grab at the bra** ring Bra** in my pocket going jing-a-ling-a-ling, sing! Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M Rags to riches, it's the American dream Gold digging, big living, riches swimming in them And I'm running a rat race, the rich man's winning, and um (CHORUS)