Rich Man - Slaves

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

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 b**ch man b**ch man

Rich man rich man

I'm not your b**ch 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 b**ch man b**ch man

Rich man rich man

I'm not your b**ch 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 sh*t load of

Land

He's just a

Rich man rich man

I'm not your b**ch man b**ch man

Rich man rich man

I'm not your b**ch man