I've been selling my soul workin all day

Overtime hours for bullshit pay

So I can sit here in Brooklyn wasting my life away

In that Lena-Dunham-in-Girls kinda way

It's a damn shame what the world's gotten to

For girls like me and girls like you

Wish I could wake up and it not be true

But it is oh it is

Bathin' in the old money

On the upper east and west side

Sitting on cash piled skyscraper high

This rich women north of Brooklyn

On Manhattan Island in doorman buildings

With shoes that cost more than my monthly rent

And summer over there in the Hamptons

These rich women north of Brooklyn

These rich women north of Brooklyn

With little dogs that yap they don't bark

With little keys to that private park

Which if I try to go in they'll lock me away

With their privileges and their parking valets

And the galas they go to in electric cars

They pay for a table because it's such a good cause

They'll tip the valet because what the hey

They've got money to burn and they burn it that way

They pay half a million for some dumb piece of art

Which they donate to MOMA because they're so smart

They get a three million dollar deduction that way

Taxes these rich women just hate to pay

They have Republican values but liberal words

They go to Pilates and they eat like birds

But somehow I feel they're eating away

At my liver as I stand here each day

Chained to a rock on Battle Hill, you know,

220 feet up. Highest point in the Burrough.

On a clear day I can see how great they're all lookin

I can see the rich women north of Brooklyn

Like Carrie Bradshaw in that stupid show

How do you get there? Guess it's who you know

These rich women north of Brooklyn.

Oh hell no, I don't envy them.

I'm happy out here, paying my dues.

I got nothing to fear. This is the life I choose.

Yeah, I've got nothing. But I got nothing to lose.

Not like those rich women.

North.

Of.

Brooklyn.

They got a lot to lose.

A lot.

Like a whole lot.

I'm talkin hedge fund heckuva lot.

How many figures?

Can't even count em.

Six. Seven . Eight. Nine. Who knows.

The sky is the limit for these fuckin ho's.

These rich women north of Brooklyn.

Rich women north of Brooklyn.

Don't get me fuckin started

On these rich women north of Brooklyn.

Don't get me started, kay?