Rich Man
Getting up from my bed, king-size bed
Not a care in the world, not a single care
Going down the stairs, calling for my butler
"Go make me some bread, with Gold and butter"
Grabbing my keys, heading straight to my Ferrari
Seven in the morning and I'm starting the party
Picking all the girls in the blink of an eye
They are looking at my pockets but I'm looking at the sky
A gold-digger or a saint is the same to me
We can all have fun, don't you agree
Drinking and dancing, day and night
Through Monday 'till Sunday, who cares about time
People all around talking about business
But in my calendar, it's always Christmas
Nobody can stop me, I'm a rich man
I can do what I want, money is my bitch, son
Hitting all the clubs, one after the other
Tasted all the drinks, Oh, I'm wasted, brother
Glamorous food is a snack for me
When you have the money, everything comes free
I've been around the world, you might know my name
You don't know what I do, but I'm known for my game
Cause I'm a player of life, And riches is my ball
If I ever set a goal, I always hit the score
I'm shooting for the stars, because I can
I may buy me the Moon, because I can
Living my life, without a plan
Damn, having money is surely fun
People all around talking about business
But in my calendar, It's always Christmas
Nobody can stop me, I'm a rich man
I can do what I want, money is my bitch, son
Not a care in the world, not a single care
Going down the stairs, calling for my butler
"Go make me some bread, with Gold and butter"
Grabbing my keys, heading straight to my Ferrari
Seven in the morning and I'm starting the party
Picking all the girls in the blink of an eye
They are looking at my pockets but I'm looking at the sky
A gold-digger or a saint is the same to me
We can all have fun, don't you agree
Drinking and dancing, day and night
Through Monday 'till Sunday, who cares about time
People all around talking about business
But in my calendar, it's always Christmas
Nobody can stop me, I'm a rich man
I can do what I want, money is my bitch, son
Hitting all the clubs, one after the other
Tasted all the drinks, Oh, I'm wasted, brother
Glamorous food is a snack for me
When you have the money, everything comes free
I've been around the world, you might know my name
You don't know what I do, but I'm known for my game
Cause I'm a player of life, And riches is my ball
If I ever set a goal, I always hit the score
I'm shooting for the stars, because I can
I may buy me the Moon, because I can
Living my life, without a plan
Damn, having money is surely fun
People all around talking about business
But in my calendar, It's always Christmas
Nobody can stop me, I'm a rich man
I can do what I want, money is my bitch, son
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Writer(s): Theodoros Karamichailidis
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