| Man, my goddamn boss won’t get off my back |
| All up in my earwax |
| And I’m sitting there like «Bitch, you don’t know» |
| Bitch, you don’t know |
| And then I get mad and wanna pack my shit |
| Tell 'em that I quit with my middle finger up, saying «You don’t know» |
| Bitch, you don’t know |
| 'Cause my tank’s on E and my bills ain’t paid |
| My toast still burnt, but that’s still okay |
| 'Cause one day I’ll be a millionaire |
| One day I’ll be a millionaire |
| My rent’s still due and my shirt still stank |
| The list goes on, I could go all day |
| But one day I’ll be a millionaire (Okay, umm…) |
| One day I’ll be a millionaire |
| Man, I had a dream |
| Envision the life that like |
| Putting my pride aside |
| And ditchin' this 9−5 |
| 'Cause I’m sick of hearing the same voice in my head saying «Life sucks, |
| so make better choices instead» |
| Well, you can’t tell me |
| is a wise one |
| I’d rather be on tour, not on my way to be iconic |
| 'Cause, man, I’d rather be air raised |
| Then hear another word from my boss |
| So life’s giving me headaches, saying «Clean this place, damn it!» |
| But sir! |
| No buts, damn it! |
| Or you get the sack by tomorrow, understand it? |
| That’s when I wish I only spoke Italian or Spanish |
| Man, I could really use the language barrier to my advantage |
| I’d be like «Me no speak English, what the hell did you say?» |
| Some patriotic shit, you get a clap for it |
| But when I quit, then just don’t ask me shit |
| But why? |
| 'Cause my goddamn boss won’t get off my back |
| All up in my earwax |
| And I’m sitting there like «Bitch, you don’t know» |
| Bitch, you don’t know |
| And then I get mad and wanna pack my shit |
| Tell 'em that I quit with my middle finger up, saying «You don’t know» |
| Bitch, you don’t know |
| 'Cause my tank’s on E and my bills ain’t paid |
| My toast still burnt, but that’s still okay |
| 'Cause one day I’ll be a millionaire |
| One day I’ll be a millionaire |
| My rent’s still due and my shirt still stank |
| The list goes on, I could go all day |
| But one day I’ll be a millionaire |
| One day I’ll be a millionaire |
| (There are…) |
| Two kinds of people in the world, there ain’t no doubt about it |
| Those who pee while in the shower, those who lie about it |
| My boss will tell you he’s asexual and doesn’t pee at all, see |
| While staring at a girl, ejaculating prematurely |
| And humans are the weirdest creatures on the fucking planet |
| Claiming we’re not savage while attacking out of habit |
| Then securing insecurities by picking out the fails in other people we |
| internally possess inside ourselves |
| Aw shit, the reality sinks in |
| Back direct I go in the shit bin |
| I think I need another prescription 'cause it’s been 2 minutes since I was at |
| the clinic |
| My allergy kicked in |
| Understand I’m allergic to bullshit |
| You can smell through incense |
| Like it’s on the hands of your chin-chin |
| My boss think he fly with the girlies and shit |
| Yeah, you can fly with this bird that I flipped |
| But why? |
| 'Cause my goddamn boss won’t get off my back |
| All up in my earwax |
| And I’m sitting there like «Bitch, you don’t know» |
| Bitch, you don’t know |
| And then I get mad and wanna pack my shit |
| Tell 'em that I quit with my middle finger up, saying «You don’t know» |
| Bitch, you don’t know |
| 'Cause my tank’s on E and my bills ain’t paid |
| My toast still burnt, but that’s still okay |
| 'Cause one day I’ll be a millionaire |
| One day I’ll be a millionaire |
| My rent’s still due and my shirt still stank |
| The list goes on, I could go all day |
| But one day I’ll be a millionaire |
| One day I’ll be a millionaire |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| Na, na, na, na, na, na, na |
| For real, though |
| One day |