If I was Rich I'd be a real *****,
Anything I wanted, I'd scratch that Itch.
Traveling around the World looking for a Pearl
Every chance I get, riding every Curl.
In and out of Trouble blame it on my Double,
Can't catch me, even with a Hubble.

The epitome of elegance so sick you see,
The dichotomy, of the you and Me.
For if you say you Wouldn't or that you Shouldn't
Maybe on the real, you just Couldn't.

So what do you do if you hit that Money Ball,
Keep it for yourself, or share the Honey with All.
You never gonna Know until you got money to Blow,
Where you morals stand then, or was it just for Show.