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 j**ellery 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 b**h.