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VERSE 1
I post my brunch, I flaunt my drip
Fake jets, fake friends, fake sponsorships
A thousand likes before I wake
My therapist says I’m doing great

I sold my soul for brand collabs
Put trauma in a Louis bag
I scream abundance through your screen
But wealth ain’t joy—it’s just... a theme

PRE-CHORUS
You want my life? You want my mask?
I bought it all with empty laughs
I glitter hard, I flex on cue—
But who’s the joke? Me... or you?

CHORUS
I’m rich, bitch—can’t you see?
Bought my relevance with anxiety
I got clout for sale, grief on lease
An empire built on self-decease

I’m rich, bitch—now worship me
My gold is pixels, pain is free
Smile wide, pretend it fits
This crown is fake, but it still hits

VERSE 2
I flex on couches I don’t own
Spit quotes from books I’ve never known
I name-drop gods, I drop my meds
Then hashtag “Grateful” as I beg

I traded peace for petty stats
My fame’s a cage dressed up in slacks
But who needs sleep when fans adore?
Just one more lie, then post once more

PRE-CHORUS
You envy me—why wouldn’t you?
I sell you dreams you can’t undo
But under gold and broken screens
I cry in rooms too bright to scream

CHORUS
I’m rich, bitch—can’t you tell?
Luxury’s a filtered shell
But if I shout it loud enough
You'll think I’m real... and that’s enough

I’m rich, bitch—it’s all for show
My value’s pegged to follower flow
Don’t blink. Don’t think. Just bow and tap
While I collapse inside my app

BRIDGE (stripped vocal, near spoken)
I bought the silence, sold the scream
You follow me—but not my dream
And if I vanish with the pitch—
Just play my reel. I’m rich, bitch.

FINAL CHORUS (erupts in distortion)
I’m rich, bitch—digitally
Cashing in on misery
This world’s a stage, this fame’s a twitch
So laugh with me...
I’m rich, bitch.