You might wear fancy clothes and drive a fancy car

You,ve probably got those pretty boys that hang off you in bars

Who do, who do you think you are

Don't you, don't you, ever think you'll get to far

Cause you're not going to far

I see you strutting round, flashing diamond rings

Keeping all your so called friends

On your tight purse strings

Well I look at you, you look down your nose at me

Don't you, don't you, ever think your better than me

You ain't no better than me

I've seen your tricks, and all your flights of fancy

Spend your cash, flash your wealth

Then you snort a little candy

Well, lets see how you go out on the street

Dirty clothes, dirty hair and not enough money to eat

(Unless of course you like eating bread and water)

No cavier

No need for friends because your money makes you smile

Designer suits, gold and silver jewellery

That's your style

I look at you and you look down your nose at me

Don't you, don't you, ever think your better than me

Cause you ain't nothin, but a Rich Bitch.