Song Length |
4:14 |
Genre |
R & B - General, R & B - Soul |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Troubled |
Lyrics
I'm sick and tired of these starved gold diggers
who didn't want a thing to do with me until i started making figures
smiling in my face acting all cool
pretending like she never said i'd only be in fast food
Now she wants to call herself being my bestfriend
trying to be all cool
all i have to say is that you and i will never blend
girl my momma didn't raise a fool
Hook:
R.A.T. burglar
a gold digger
trying to find a dime to put in her genaric gucci purse
repeat
v
you see this dame makes a living spitting game
making sure everybody who has benjamins knows her name
so if you're the type to run solo
you need to hide your cash stash you ice
because she knows
what she wants and how she wants it
if there's no profit she won't flaunt it
so i don't know about you but i don;t feel these chicks
who only want what's mine grabbing at my wallet
Hook:
Rap:
Bridge:
she's out for my doe
so she can't get new shoes, her hair and nail done
repeat
Hook out:
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