Lyrics:

Got a story to tell you
'Bout a guy with a master plan
He sought fortune and glory
He sold his soul to another man
Now he's livin' on the top (top)
With all his money, what has he got?
His women and parties
Wine and caviar, a big black car
Rags to riches
When you go up, you will come down
Rags to riches
The price you pay may cost a lot
Good golly Miss Molly
She got a chance to be a fashion queen
She was livin' in the good life
She got a chance to reach her dreams
Playboy and penthouse
And centerfold in the ebony
Parties and fast lights
That's not the thing for her, you see
When you go up
There's someone pavin' the way
But when you come down
Then you're right back where you started yesterday

Rags to riches
When you go up, you will come down
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Everybody out there, you know what I mean, you can still deny
Rags to riches
The price you pay may cost a lot
Rags to riches
R-I-C-H, I am famous
Rags to riches (just like the aim is)
Rags to riches (to riches, yeah)
Rags to riches (stop looking at me like that)
I might just hit the Lotto, baby
Rags to riches
Ain't gonna be poor all my life
Sho' nuff say
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Rags to riches
Rags to riches