I do my own thing when the phone rings
Maybe I'll answer, maybe I'm busy
I want some next shit
I got connections
Only speak to people I wanna speak to
Sophisticated, fokken larney
Nutella on my sarmie
Fokken dik gesmeer, bra
I shop at Woolworths
With my own paper, eh, flava
On the fuckin' microphone
Wasn't always a rich bitch
Used to be a poor girl
Ag, shame, die arme meisie
Ek wassie wysie
I was a victim of a kak situation
A stalk in the system
With no fokken assistance
I know it sounds strange
But I used to count change
On the counter at pick 'n pay
Or Shoprite-Checkers
No butter on my broodjie
Geen koeldrank nie, net my strootjie
But then I got my game on
Yo flame on
Now I'm a rich bitch
Rich bitch
I'm a rich bitch
A mothafuckin' rich bitch
Rich bitch
Rich bitch
I'm a rich bitch
A mothafuckin' rich bitch
To all my means sir
In a tart situation
Getting closer to god
Do you hear that?
I flow from the heart
Fuck the upperclass
Versigtig, ek's nog steeds fokken giftig
Yo, fuck a rich bitch
Rich bitch
Rich bitch
I'm a rich bitch
A mothafuckin' rich bitch
Rich bitch
Rich bitch
I'm a rich bitch
A mothafuckin' rich bitch
