I got a crisp in my jeans
ya can tell I'm Rich
As I'm hanging out with the Makers
of Abercrombie and Fitch
It's just part of my daily Routine
As I head on over to GQ Magazine

Oh There's the Fashion gossip kid
As all the Producers put in their highest bid
I'm gonna walk as it's just not enough to smile
If you want Glamour I wanna see a pile
Nobody works for free anymore
Better change your mind as I approach the Door

Doing my best Ryan Locke as the chairs go falling
I'm still a youngin and the agents be Calling
I don't have time for this little spot of fame
As Ya better show me the Benjamin's to even use my name!
They gave in just like the corporates do
As they will offer you a new life if they really want you

Please don't do me any favors as I don't even need it
The only thing I ever learned to do was lead it
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As my personal assistant cracks the Crystal and wine
I have the best help money can buy
As I get in my private jet and kiss the sky

I got a crisp in my jeans
ya can tell I'm Rich
As I'm hanging out with the Makers
of Abercrombie and Fitch
It's just part of my daily Routine
As I head on over to GQ Magazine

They tell me I'm the T in Trump
As I help you clean up this unbelievable dump
How did your life ever get this bad
This would even make Almighty look Sad
Here's the Cracker Jack prize ya never Got
As I hand ya keys to your own Car Lot

Start em up like your here to win
Get your life in third gear again
Then do what I did and help everyone out
Then only then will ya Rock that Bout!