Chorus: You’re a rich girl and you’ve gone too far, Cause you know it don’t matter anyway You can rely on the old man’s money You can rely on the old man’s money It’s a bitch girl, it’s but I’ve gone too far And you know it don’t matter You know it don’t matter Anyway (too far and too far and too far and too far and)
Yeah that’s my boo thang Yeah that’s my rich girl Momma by the money You go girl, a show whirl Daddy’s little girl, the baddest of the pearl I’m trying to see them dickies out that baby fat devour Got a witness stand galore And you fuck em with the floor I hook you up, no court Yeah I gotta fit you She used to the finer things Keep ice in the tea Yeah she nasty like Niles But bossy like Corease And my rich girls space ship dipping through the no Fresh out on bail, my rich bitch never broke I remind her of her bank account, she always wanna cash me out Took me to the grill shop, put top and bottoms in my mouth Like that bitch from Fresh Prince, She stepped in the nail shop, stepped in the hair shop Rich girl with the shit girl Not a dumb bot, college girl, get not it girl What a shop a lot
CHORUS See you a bitch girl At the gym getting fit girl Daddy went out, got us some fresh pearls But I’m your daddy now, Ima get hers She loves strip search, girl it gets worse Get it back to back, the ass I grab All the way the sacks, fit ass Fill me catch a cab, drunk packed with bags She like “it’s cool, ill grab the tab” Ain't even have to ask She keep me keged up Nd homie I ain't mad a dash? Say she, won’t take me to Paris, all on to Paris, cause Ima ballin' to Paris Hip, Nike towns, she buy the sneakers Like why would it be, she swipes the visa
And know I’d like to leave her I can’t complain, Can’t talk, gotta catch my plane One...
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I told ya she’s a rich girl, rude kinda prude Body silky smooth, showing light, cause I’m cool She don’t know about my struggle Yeah she still call me ghetto Cause I let my pants sag And I smoke a lotta doja Get high as I wanna Never lose my composha, yeah she buy it off from me, supply it off from me Whenever I cease to have peeves is thugs grapes, nd daddy’s little girl let me borrow his Mercedes, ye a High five an active crazy, looking at the world in the rear view, jazzed me and my lady She think she got it all, but she lost without a credit card I’m charley when I’m wit her, what’s the problem officer You’re a rich girl, you don’t look Prish girl Give daddy a kiss girl Meet me on the block Meet me up around 3; I’ll be waiting on the block It’s much shorter that things sized, Ima need it when I’m caught Lean on that
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CAMPBELL Shit, I know this female Daddy’s got racks When daddy ain’t home she let me sit up in the lap When daddy ain't home she let me sit back and relax When daddy ain’t home she let me hit it from the back Daddy gets home; I put the pedal to the floor Going bout one eighty, in the Mercedes I see the wind blow her hair Coco, channel diamonds are, hanging from her ear Tell the tele news, go, blow a stack on a cup of FitsoGrammy x o Straight to the terrain to the Hilton To the penthouse suite Now I’m fucken with that Paris Hilton And it’s pretty fucken cool I’ve got it made, and her house ain’t bad, her house so legit King size spankin, give me head stretch my feet out, homemade meals, So I never have to eat out
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