Rich Bitch

Rich bitch
Rich bitch
I'm a rich bitch
A mothafuckin' rich bitch
I do my own thing when the phone rings
Maybe I'll answer, maybe I'm busy
I'm on some next shit
I got connections
Only speak to people I wanna speak to
Sophisticated, fokken laaney
Nutella on my sarmie
Fokken duk gesmeer, bro
I shop at Woolworths
With my own paper, uh, flava
When I recite a poem
On the fuckin' microphone
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
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
Stuck 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
Like 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 mense
In a tight 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