Big & Rich - Filthy Rich Lyrics

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Filthy Rich

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What Are The Lyrics For Filthy Rich By Big & Rich?
Everybody's trying to get filthy rich off of somebody else's money
Grandma worked her whole life sewing at a shirt factory She was saving for retirement, she had 'em take a little out every week But then a big man up in a high rise, he cashed in his options and run Well, took all her money and buddy that ain't funny Now Granny's work will never be done [Chorus] 'Cause, everybody's trying to get filthy rich off somebody else's money Hey, me and my friends we were talking 'bout that, ole Freddy, Bill and Sonny How with all my brains and all your cash, we could make a million, you can bet your ass Everybody's trying to get filthy rich off of someone else's money I saw a preacher on the TV with big diamond rings on his hand He was begging for some money, he said to send us every penny you can I guess the good Lord's got a mortgage and a payment on yacht in the Keys So we better keep sending our hard earned living to those God fearing folks on TV [Chorus] Yeah with all my brains and all your cash, We could make a million, you can bet your ass Everybody's trying to get filthy rich off of someone else's money Everybody's trying to get big and rich off of someone else's money |
Who Wrote Filthy Rich By Big & Rich?
Kenny Alphin, Bill N Mcdaivd, Freddy N Powers, John D. Rich, Sonny N Throckmorton
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What's The Duration Of The Filthy Rich By Big & Rich?The duration of Filthy Rich is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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