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Kanye West Miscellaneous Gold Digger (Jamie Foxx) She take my money when i'm in need Yea, she's a triffling friend indeed Oh, she's a gold digger way over town That digs on me Chorus: (She did me wrong) Now I ain't sayin she a gold digger (When i'm in need) But she ain't messin wit no broke niggaz (She did me wrong) Now I ain't sayin she a gold digger (When i'm in need) But she ain't messin wit no broke niggaz Get down girl gon head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl gon head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl gon head get down (I gotta leave) Get down girl gon head Verse 1: Cutie the bomb Met her at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuition Under her underarm She said I cant tell you ROC I can tell by ya charm Far as girls you got a flock I can tell by ya charm & ya 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's to show-biz Ok get ya kids but then thay got their friends I pulled up in the Benz they all got up in We all went to Den & then I had to pay If you fuckin with this girl then you betta 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 said she used to fuck wit Usher I don't care what none of ya'll say I still love her CHORUS 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's car & crib is bigger than his You will see him on T.V. Any Given Sunday Win the Superbowl & drive off in a Hyandai She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO wit ya money She went to the doctor got lypo wit ya money She walkin around lookin like Micheal wit ya money Should of got that insured got GEICO for ya moneey (money, money) If you ain't no punk, holla we want prenup WE WANT PRENUP! Yeah It's something that you need to have Cause when she leave yo ass she gone leave wit half 18 years, 18 years And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his CHORUS Verse 3: Now I ain't sayin you a gold digger, you got needs You don't want ya dude yo smoke but he can't buy weed You go out to eat & 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 washing watch him He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datson He got that ambition baby look in his eyes this week he mopping floors next week it's the fries So, stick by his side I know his dude's ballin but yea that's nice And they gone keep calling & trying But you stay right girl But when you get on he leave yo ass for a white girl 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) (Can I hear that back) |
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