I will never have your fancy glasses
How it draws attention away from big asses.
I will not have them glistening on my head
Rather I have something else instead.

I will never have your gorgeous wallet,
But that can’t compensate your ugly mullet
I cannot feel that leather that’s real
I realize though I have the better deal.

I will never have the lovely stiletto
That can’t change that you come from the ghetto
Boots that run up my calf
My secret is, my better half

You have your money with all of its friends
Not even your home, your heart can mends
I have no job, no home, no car
But my true self at least is not far.

So keep your Prada, Vitton and Choo
For all I care, flush it down the loo
I am richest man alive
True love, for me, has not taken a dive

To you I am nothing but failure and bum
But my emotions, at least are not numb
I am the wealthiest person on earth
And my heart is filled with joy and mirth

So fuck you and your riches
You pretentious fat bitches
I don’t need that crap at all
Cuz your money could never buy me a Paul.