Gold Digger Ft. Jamie Foxx

She take my money when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digga way over town
That dig's on me

(Chorus):
(She takes my money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas
(She takes my money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger
(When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas
Get down girl, go'on head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go'on head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go'on head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go'on head

Cutie the bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton under her arm
She said I can tell you ROC
I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls, you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
But I'm lookin' for the one
Have you seen her
My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
And I gotta take all they bad ass to show biz
Ok, get ya kids but then they got their friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got 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 used to fuck with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say
I still love her

(Chorus)

Eighteen years, eighteen years
She got one of yo kids, got you for eighteen years
I know somebody payin' child support
For one of his kids
His baby momma's 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 supposed to buy ya shorty
TYCO with ya money
She went to the doctor, got lipo with ya money
She walkin' around lookin' like
Michael with ya money
Should've got that insured, got GEIKO for ya money
If you ain't no punk, holla We want pre-nup
We want pre-nup yeah
It's something that you need to have
'Cause when she leave yo ass
She gone leave with half
Eighteen years, eighteen years
And on her eighteenth birthday
He found out it wasn't his

(Chorus)

Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger you got needs
You don't want ya dude to smoke
But he can't buy weed
You got out to eat and he can't pay
Y'all can't leave
There's dishes in the back
He gotta roll up his sleeves
But why y'all 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 that's nice
And they gone keep callin' and tryin'
But you stay right girl
But when you get on
He leave yo ass for a white girl

Get down girl, go'on head get down
Get down girl, go'on head get down
Get down girl, go'on head get down
Get down girl, go'on head
(Lemme her dat back)