Gold Digger

She take my money when I'm in need

Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed

Oh she's a gold digga way over town

That dig's on me

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She gives me money

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger

When I'm Need

But she ain't messin' wit no broke broke

She gives me money

Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger

When I'm need

But she ain't messin' wit no broke broke

I gotta leave

Get down girl gone head get down

I gotta leave

Get down girl gone head get down

I gotta leave

Get down girl gone head get down

I gotta leave

Get down girl gone head

(Verse 1:)

Cutie the bomb met her at a beauty salon

With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm

She said I can tell you rock I can tell by your charm

Far as girls you got a flock I can tell by your charm

And your arm but I'm lookin for the one have you seen her?

My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena

Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids

An I gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz

Ok, get your kids but then they got their friends

I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in

We all went to Den and then I had to pay

If you fuckin' with this girl then you better be payed

You know why? It take too much to touch her

From what I heard she got a baby by Busta

My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher

I dont care what none of yall say, I still love her

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(Verse 2:)

18 years, 18 years

She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years

I know somebody payin child support for one of his kids

His baby momma car and crib is bigger than his

You will see him on TV any given Sunday

Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai

She was s'pose to buy you shorty TYCO with your money

She went to the doctor got lypo with your money

She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money

Should of got that insured GEICO for your money

If you ain't no punk

Holla 'We Want Prenup' 'WE WANT PRENUP! Yeaah!'

It's something that you need to have

Cause when she leave your ass she gone leave with half

18 years, 18 years

And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his

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(Verse 3:)

Now I ain't sayin you a gold digger, you got needs

You don't want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed

You got out to eat and he can't pay, ya'll can't leave

There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves

But why ya'll washin' watch him

He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datsun

He got that ambition, baby, look in his eyes

This week he moppin' floors, next week it's the fries

So, stick by his side

I know his dude's ballin, but yeah thats nice

And they gone keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right girl

And when you get on, he leave your ass for a white girl

Get down girl gone head get down

Get down girl gone head get down

Get down girl gone head get down

Get down girl gone head