Lyrics Rich Man -

Rich Man

He’s been dying since the day he was born
Boxes of watches that have never been worn
Two sides to the coin in his hand
He’s got a big house and a whole lot of land
He drinks his tea out of fine bone China
Leaning back on his leather recliner
Personal trainer comes three times a week
Because he likes to keep on top of his physique
Yeah
Rich man (rich man)
I’m not your bitch man (bitch man)
Rich man (rich man)
I’m not your bitch man
He keeps his money in an offshore account
Don’t want the taxman to see the amount
He sucks the marrow out of blood soaked bones
No need for favours or payday loans
Because he’s got it covered in gold topped milk
Sweetest of dreams in the softest of silk
Five kids by three different girls
He’s got seven cars and not a friend in the world
Ahhh
Rich man (rich man)
I’m not your bitch man (bitch man)
Rich man (rich man)
I’m not your bitch man
He’s been dying since the day he was born
Boxes of watches that have never been worn
Two sides to the coin in his hand
He’s got a big house and a shit load of land
He’s just a
Rich man (rich man)
I’m not your bitch man (bitch man)
Rich man (rich man)
I’m not your bitch man