Big mouth, big money
You bitch, you ain't that funny
Got somethin' to burn and love to waste it's a social
climb
To big bad taste rich bitch
Sugar daddies whizz kids city boys jet setting go getting
with grown-up toys heart-breakin'
Money making earth-quaking, love faking where's your
heart
Did you sell that too paranoid star lover you talk rich and
that's your cover
The more you get the more you chase
Wipe that prada smile from your rada face dressed up messed
up
Green-eyed sycophant pushy mother lost brother in real hot
pants heart-breakin'
Money makin' hot-headed fool, get your own way divide and
rule
[Thanks to jamez_blue@hotmail.com for these
lyrics]
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