- Various Artists Gold Digger 歌詞
- Various Artists
- Oh, what the heck, lets get married
And have a son named Erick, no big deal, no sweat
Hmm, I was in for a big surprise
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brainlocked, my whole damn head was malfunctional
Cause I forgot to co-sign a prenuptial agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims thats five star
That she bought, when I was away on tour
Hittin my bank account, gettin more and more money
She got paid, it wasnt funny
Talkin to myself, oh, you big, big dummy
Just my luck, that Im stuck with a marriage
And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage
Now I cant leave, if I do she gets half, not the cash
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money
So I chill, and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, cant picture bein in the street
So I give a fake smile and a fake laugh
Fake everything so I can keep all my cash
Fake talk, like I love you so much
But wishin, she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if theres one Ill know
That most women strictly out for the dough
Theyre called gold diggers
Cause shes a gold digger
Cause shes a gold digger
Cause shes a gold digger
The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this
Fly girl, yeah, and almost got wicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs and a def body, so what cha sayin
Top it off, she drove a black Maserati
Chrome kit, with a smile I couldnt resist
I tapped E on the shoulder and said, 'Yeah I gots to get this'
P cool, she could be a gold digger
Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure
Till one day, she spent the crazy dough
Ten gs on Levis, cold went Rambo
But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
Gassed my head up, and said, oh P youre so large
Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish
But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
She likes to sit back , lamp, walk on plush rug
Whip my five-sixty sip Moet and bug, so did you flip?
Tried to but she cut me off and said, 'Guess what?'
What, 'Im pregnant', Pregnant? Damn
Yeah and the child is yours
So to fellas, who wanna keep they cash
Or beware of the jack hammer and the helmet that glows
Cause shes a gold digger
Cause shes a gold digger
Cause shes a gold digger
Cause shes a gold digger
Thats why, men in the nineties must watch themselves
Cause ladies of the eighties got hip and went for self
With the new divorce laws which entitles them half
That means the house goes, the car, you and half your cash
What a price to pay but if you play, you pay
Cause women of the world they got smart today
They flash a smile and profile
A pucker with a strut
Try to move in, knock the boots
And got stuck, with alimony payments
Time to meet Judge Wapner
You try to flip and cut, but she smiles cause she gotcha
You get a flashback to wedding, when you vowed the vow
Said the two deadly words, 'I do'
But look now, you lost the house, the car
Eatin TV dinners in a one bedroom apartment
Boy you picked a winner
But what goes around, comes around
Thats why she wheels the Benz
And you ride Greyhound
Oh, just your luck, they on strike
Take off the wedding band, put out the thumb, time to hitch-hike
And the more you walk the pain from your corns get bigger
Not to mess with a gold digger
Cause shes a gold digger
Cause shes a gold digger
Cause shes a gold digger
Yeah EPMDs in effect, DJ Scratch runs flex boy
Hit Squad in effect in the house
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