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Spend a lot of money at the tattoo on weekends Spend a lot of dividends on indie concert And I just fly to Amsterdam To hang with a friend of shades hide the party I had at my spot last At make it to Grace Jones day I feel so fly Oho, a run I'm so tired Starbucks please I'm so Tryina the world, aye
I'm a rich I hang thirty thousandaires, yeah A really, really hipster The richness lives in to your heart
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We all try to be different but we're all Sharing art and we all bleed red tonight When I hit the club, promise to show me No matter who you are, y'all can get a new stranger, make a new friend Never know maybe a to the end American to London and again Wave love when you wave your flag That's right, I said your love you wave your flag, be rich
I'm a rich I with thirty thousandaires, yeah I'm a rich hipster, my richness lives in Point to your
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