So you've cleaned your act up. That's not what your sister's saying. Your talking trash non stop. And we know your lying. About your fake court date. And your trip up state. You've been to rehab princess and daddy's paying. You look like trash. And it's not from the lack of tryin'. You've got cash but it seems. All the crap you're buyin'. Makes your skin look fake. And the shit you take. Makes your Left eye twitch ain't no use denyin'. Now it's the same lame trick. That you're always playing. Don't matter how big the stash. There's No satisfying. It's what you say you hate. But you just can't wait. Until you start to believe all the shit they're sayin'. You've got the itch girl…baby can't kick it. You're daddy's rich girl…getting it all. You're just a trust fund tramp you don't give a damn. You've got the itch girl…baby can't kick it