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