Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Clock’s tickin’, soul itchin’, I’m stuck in the grind
Trading minutes for nickels, my ambition confined
I see gold in the sky, but my feet in the clay
Counting change in my pockets, dreaming of getaways
Corporate chains tighten, my wings won’t spread
I’m a lion in a cage, roar stuck in my head
Plans bigger than skyscrapers, cities I’d own
Private jet, presidential seat, my future’s throne
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna work, I wanna be a millionaire
Buy a few houses, breathe that billionaire air
Travel the globe, leave my name in the sand
Save the animals, rewrite the plan
Millionaire dreams, no limits, no despair
I don’t wanna work, I wanna be a millionaire
[Verse 2]
Campaign trail on a yacht, I’m the queen of the sea
Haters whisper, but they can’t keep up with me
Building shelters for creatures, they got nowhere to run
While I sip mojitos under Caribbean sun
Red carpets, black suits, power drips in my stride
Money talks louder, got the world on my side
I’m not just chasin’ paper, I’m printin’ the book
Ruler of my destiny, I’m redefining the look
Style
jangly guitarsworldand a driving beat. female vocals deliver both sharp rap verses and ethereal melodic choruses.rap-infused indie pop-rock with dreamlike texturesfeaturing artful synth layersrappop rockdream pop
Prompt
I don’t want to work. I want to be a millionaire.
Maybe buy a few houses, travel the world, build animal shelters and become president
Rap, female, Indi pop rock, art and dream pop
Credits
Prompt by
BLACKLARK
BLACKLARKGeneratedNov 29, 2025
ModelAria v5
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