Poor To Me
From Grace & Grit
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About the Song
A swaggering, uptempo country-rap jab that contrasts true love and peace with flashy wealth that can’t buy satisfaction. The hook repeats that the other person looks rich on paper but feels “poor to me,” with talk-sung, punchline-driven verses and a memorable, bounce-heavy attitude.
Song Details
- Album
- Grace & Grit
- Track
- 9
- Release Date
- September 18, 2026
- Runtime
- 03:18
- Genre
- Modern Country
- Influences
- Country Rap, Southern Hip-Hop, Alt-Country
- Mood
- This record is cocky, sly, witty, upbeat, brag-and-check, and mischievous.
- Themes
- Themes include money vs. real love, materialism critique, peace of mind, status without fulfillment, spiritual value contrasted with wealth (implied), and relationship security.
- BPM
- 102
- Time Signature
- 4/4
Lyrics
The woman I love still loves me back
Ain't no amount of money buys nothin' like that
Got everything I need and most of what I want
Y'all kept buyin' stuff, till the stuff just won
You can buy the dirt, put a number on the house
But when it comes to real wealth, shut ya mouth
I'd rather need a loan than be alone on a throne
Bought half the world but can't afford your own
Five thousand square feet, but ain’t no love in it
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Hundred grand watch, but you hate every minute
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Credit line big long, but your peace got limits
Sounds like you’re poor to me
So rich you can’t afford the life I’m livin’
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Buy the best penthouse that ever was sold
Fly yourself to paradise and still feel cold
Got everybody watchin' everything you do
Sounds like your prison cell got a real nice view
Made a killin' doin' somethin' you can't stand
Now your money needs the job more than the man
Bought everything for sale and still want more
Funny how a fortune left you feelin' poor
Five thousand square feet, but ain’t no love in it
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Hundred grand watch, but you hate every minute
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Credit line big long, but your peace got limits
Sounds like you’re poor to me
So rich you can’t afford the life I’m livin’
Sounds like you’re poor to me
You can pay for every doctor money knows
Can't add a single second when it's time to go
Or own every acre from the beach to the pines
Still ain’t got a dime that buys peace of mind
Got all the cute things your money could afford
Ain't none of that gettin' you right with the Lord
Keep showin' off all the things you own
I'll keep showin' you everything you don't
Make your money, brother
I hope you make it all
Just don't let what you're chasin'
Be the reason that you fall
Some things ain't worth sellin'
Some things can't be bought
If gettin' rich costs everythin'
Tell me what you really got
Final Chorus
Five thousand square feet, but ain’t no love in it
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Hundred grand watch, but you hate every minute
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Credit line big long, but your peace got limits
Sounds like you’re poor to me
So rich you can’t afford the life I’m livin’
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Yeah, keep the zeros
Keep the keys
If that’s what rich looks like...
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Ain't no amount of money buys nothin' like that
Got everything I need and most of what I want
Y'all kept buyin' stuff, till the stuff just won
You can buy the dirt, put a number on the house
But when it comes to real wealth, shut ya mouth
I'd rather need a loan than be alone on a throne
Bought half the world but can't afford your own
Five thousand square feet, but ain’t no love in it
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Hundred grand watch, but you hate every minute
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Credit line big long, but your peace got limits
Sounds like you’re poor to me
So rich you can’t afford the life I’m livin’
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Buy the best penthouse that ever was sold
Fly yourself to paradise and still feel cold
Got everybody watchin' everything you do
Sounds like your prison cell got a real nice view
Made a killin' doin' somethin' you can't stand
Now your money needs the job more than the man
Bought everything for sale and still want more
Funny how a fortune left you feelin' poor
Five thousand square feet, but ain’t no love in it
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Hundred grand watch, but you hate every minute
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Credit line big long, but your peace got limits
Sounds like you’re poor to me
So rich you can’t afford the life I’m livin’
Sounds like you’re poor to me
You can pay for every doctor money knows
Can't add a single second when it's time to go
Or own every acre from the beach to the pines
Still ain’t got a dime that buys peace of mind
Got all the cute things your money could afford
Ain't none of that gettin' you right with the Lord
Keep showin' off all the things you own
I'll keep showin' you everything you don't
Make your money, brother
I hope you make it all
Just don't let what you're chasin'
Be the reason that you fall
Some things ain't worth sellin'
Some things can't be bought
If gettin' rich costs everythin'
Tell me what you really got
Final Chorus
Five thousand square feet, but ain’t no love in it
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Hundred grand watch, but you hate every minute
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Credit line big long, but your peace got limits
Sounds like you’re poor to me
So rich you can’t afford the life I’m livin’
Sounds like you’re poor to me
Yeah, keep the zeros
Keep the keys
If that’s what rich looks like...
Sounds like you’re poor to me