If I were a rich girl, the world in my hand,
No dream too wild, no place too grand.
Gold-tipped nails, and silk in my hair,
A life so lush, they can’t help but stare.

I’d walk on diamonds, pave streets with desire,
Turn whispers of envy to flames of fire.
Dripping in jewels, but that’s not the goal—
Wealth isn’t measured in glitter, but soul.

Every move bold, every choice mine,
A rich girl’s power goes beyond the shine.
Not just the fortune, but what I could build,
If I were a rich girl, every dream fulfilled.