Collins - Rags to Riches lyrics

rate me

Feat. Sam Bruno

(Intro)

Red carpet, Grammy Awards,

Beat psy condoes with (???)

Jacob watches, coats with the leather

Fly G5's when we changing the weather

(Hook)

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

(Verse)

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

(Hook)

(Verse)

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

(Hook)