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Justin:
She's a rich girl Buying all the clothes
Wrist full of gold You already know
She's a rich girl Yeah, she's got class
Pocket so thick She don't even have to ask
She's a rich girl Rich girl
She's a rich girl Rich girl
Aye oh Aye oh Aye oh
Legacy:
Legacy uh.
Most of my exes be guzzing in for cash,
but she caught me on garbage,
she said throw it in the bag.
Oh you fancy, huh?
I call her long stack Shawty,
She in that Beamer more than Star Trek Scotty.
Yah, already said she shining but they fail to listen.
The rain cast so many carrots,
that it helped her vision.
She a rich girl but far from lost,
I asked her what she wanna be when she grows up,
she said a boss.
I told her you should get to know me girl,
so I can make you 'One Less Lonely Girl'.
Your swag's untamed, you just need a man,
because your style starts trends like BIEBER FANS.
TAJ Legacy,
go follow me baby.
Anybody let you go then they gotta be crazy.
She more rich than the Princess momma,
even Paris Hilton like this chick ballin'
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Ben J:
Aye. Aye. Aye.
R-R-Rich girl,
Black car, trip girl.
Give me errything I want,
buy me errything girl.
See that drop top car you in
Too fly to be borrowing.
Louis bag, Gucci bag, Duffel bag,
Cardigan.
Too grown to be arguing,
but she be getting fiesty.
Always wearing fly heels,
too classy for Nikes.
Daddy's little girl.
Uh, thats why baby like me.
Name in the chain and that bling so icy.
Spending all this time with me,
got all her designer clothes.
Baby gotta guest house,
just for her wardrobe.
Live big, do it big,
yeah thats her motto.
Making millions girl,
Chi-ching like the lotto.
She moved away from her parents,
that had her run a few errands,
and found the way to get active,
then got her parents to manage.*
She on, yeah she on,
and i aint talking salary,
Baby girl rich in her style and personality
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