I don’t wanna be poor anymore, I wanna be flush with chips
I wanna see a thousand girls on the floor just shakin their hips

Help me, I’m too high to decide, do I go all in or let it ride or run away
Lately, the tides are turning fast and all I see is greener grass and brighter days

I, I’ve grown tired of this lifestyle
Yeah and I, I just wanna be happy for awhile

I don’t wanna be poor anymore, I wanna be flush with chips
I wanna see a thousand girls on the floor just shakin their hips
I’m done with all the weekly rates, late model cars and paper plates
I hate to say but I’m too old for this
Oh lord please make me be…..Filthy Rich

All day, spent sitting in the shade and drinking whiskey lemonade then waking up
Yeah I’ll be, climbing up the money tree and falling down into the leaves til’ I’ve had enough

I, I’ve grown tired of this lifestyle
Yeah and I, I just wanna be happy for awhile

I don’t wanna be poor anymore, I wanna be flush with chips
I wanna see a thousand girls on the floor just shakin their hips
I’m done with all the weekly rates, late model cars and paper plates
I hate to say but I’m too old for this
Oh lord please make me be….wooo!

I’m done with all the weekly rates, late model cars and paper plates
I hate to say but I’m too old for this

I don’t wanna be poor anymore, I wanna be flush with chips
I wanna see a thousand girls on the floor just shakin their hips
I’m done with all the weekly rates, late model cars and paper plates
I hate to say but I’m too old for this
Oh lord please make me be, lord please make me be….. lord please make me be…..Filthy Rich