Текст песни
I was a poor girl
Looking for a rich daddy
Money rules the world
So don't try to judge me
After work you're my tired bee
Come to me and use my flower
I wanna touch your body
And kiss wound on your shoulder
New eyelashes that's my passion
Gucci fashion is my obsession
Glamour mommy needs your money
C'mon daddy gimme money
Euro, dollars, high heels bitches
Pay the taxes for my business
I'm your mommy, gimme money
Money for a girl in a material world
Daddy you may pay your dirty money
To watch how other men use my body
I never love you but
I'm in love with your money
Driving porch and know that
Only money makes me happy
You just came down from heaven
To bless me with your hand
Between ten and eleven
I went to the Neverland
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