"Rich Girl" lyrics

I think I want a poor boy
Mattress-on-the-floor boy
Stealing from the store boy
I love it when you treat me like a toy, boy
Make me beg for more, boy
Leave me at the door, boy
Then never talk again—

Takin' Polaroids, she knows that I'm not employed
Put me on some acne pads and took me out them corduroys
She's so superficial, just know I had to kiss you
Run away, baby, yeah, daddy money takin' with you
Fergalicious definition, bad intention, money flippin'
Feel her kisses, no restriction, I know that she too addicted
But both of us bad bitches, I'm the one smokin' for free
Money, good sex, girl, so I don't think I'll leave

My mom says that you're perfect
I'm worth it, I deserve it
My mom says that you're perfect
I'm worth it
I think I want a poor boy
Mattress-on-the-floor boy
Stealing from the store boy
I love it when you treat me like a toy, boy
Make me beg for more, boy
Leave me at the door, boy
Then never talk again—

I think I want the rich bitch, take me to the rich bitch
Rockin' Gucci lipstick
She loves it when I get her addicted
Got me drivin' her whip but I'm not her main man
So let's never talk again

My mom says, I'm worth it
But you're perfect, I'm worth it
My mom says, I'm worth it
But you're perfect, I'm worth it