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🎸 Intro: F# G F# G 🎸 Verse 1: F# G I make more F# G Momma told you to let the rich man win F# G Ya poor, make more F# G 'Cause when they finally realize there's no encore F# G F# I don't know if anybody is sore G The moment's gone F# G There's no paradise F# G It's whimsical worlds, they're charlatans 🎸 Chorus: F# G Chase that bag (And take your haul) F# G Realize there's no merry girls F# G Dressed like a Saxon, made of golds F# G I make more but (I'm a poor soul)
🎸 Interlude: F# G F# G F# G F# G 🎸 Verse 2: F# G F# You don't know what you know what you don't G 'Cause that's the charm F# G F# Curiosity looks all the more dope G Just through the door (Oh) 🎸 Chorus: F# G Chase that bag (And take your haul) F# G Realize there's no merry girls F# G Dressed like a Saxon, made of golds F# G I make more but (I'm a poor soul) 🎸 Bridge: F# G Ooh, yeah, let's eat the rich Let's eat the rich F# G Ooh, yeah, let's eat the rich I heard they taste like chocolate F# G Ooh, yeah, let's eat the rich Let's eat the rich F# G Ooh, yeah, let's eat the rich I heard they taste like chocolate 🎸 Chorus: F# G Chase that bag (And take your haul) F# G Realize there's no merry girls F# G Dressed like a Saxon, made of golds F# G I make more but (I'm a poor soul) 🎸 Outro: F# G F# G F# G F# G It is with the greatest pleasure That the King and Queen announce the betrothal of their dearly beloved son—
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