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...    CHORUS    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    CHORUS    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    CHORUS    these lyrics are submitted by Eric Teixeira