They don't sell rolls in my street
There is no traffic and smoke
There aren't any poor people in my street
Because I'm a son of a rich man
Cypress grow around me
Tonight I'm having a party and tomorrow I'm going to trim
Pretty women come to my place
Because I'm a son of a rich man
Only great car takes me to school
I've slept with many pop-stars
I always carry my little carabine
Because I'm a son of a rich man
We eat caviar, we drink gin
We have money, we have the paper
Sometimes weed, but never heroin
Because I'm a son of a rich man
My people don't like me a lot
They are envious because of my successes
And I talk the best about everyone, I'm nice to everyone
Because I'm a son of a rich man
And when she calls me: "C'mon, get over here!"
I run instantly
Because I love my stepmom more than my dad
Because I'm a son of a rich man
Today I've gotten my new Porsche
And I'm gonna drive it around a little
Because I'm
I'm a son of a rich man!