[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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I make more..
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Momma told you to let the rich man win
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Ya poor, make more..
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‘Cause when they finally realize there’s no encore
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I don’t know if anybody is sore
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The moment’s gone
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There’s no paradise
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It’s whimsical worlds, they’re charlatans
[Chorus]
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Chase that bag (And take your haul)
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Realize there’s no merry girls
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Dressed like a Saxon, made of golds
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I make more but (I’m a poor soul)
[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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You don’t know what you know what you don’t
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‘Cause that’s the charm
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Curiosity looks all the more dope
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Just through the door (Oh)
[Chorus]
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Chase that bag (And take your haul)
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Realize there’s no merry girls
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Dressed like a Saxon, made of golds
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I make more but (I’m a poor soul)
[Bridge]
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Ooh, yeah, let’s eat the rich
Let’s eat the rich
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Ooh, yeah, let’s eat the rich
I heard they taste like chocolate
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Ooh, yeah, let’s eat the rich
Let’s eat the rich
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Ooh, yeah, let’s eat the rich
I heard they taste like chocolate
[Chorus]
F# G
Chase that bag (And take your haul)
F# G
Realize there’s no merry girls
F# G
Dressed like a Saxon, made of golds
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I make more but (I’m a poor soul)
[Outro]
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It is with the greatest pleasure
That the King and Queen announce the betrothal of their dearly beloved son—