I've got eight middle fingers that can do no good
And an alabaster woman who's as sweet as she should
I've got 4 bra** rings sparkling under the sun
And a story to relate about each and every one
A six string shooter purring calm in my lap
But not a single will persuade you like my gold Cadillac
If you need to see beauty I'm the one with the fix
I've got the finest of the china, got the white and the mixed
My diamonds in the rough are as black as coal
And if you warm them just right they'll be begging for more
But your pockets best be full because if they lack
I will be coming for the claiming in my gold Cadillac
My alligator shoes they don't pay for themselves
They both depend on my confidence to pull them off the shelves
And the feather in my hat doesn't stand up tall
Unless I'm breaking some bones I can feel it start to fall
If you've done me wrong you better watch your back
And keep your fingers from the fenders of my gold Cadillac
If you're owing me money better pay it off quick
I am a strong believer in a clock with a tick
And when the sun comes down it brings tears to my eyes
Because I know that you'll be leaving from your 9 to 5
And when you're pulling in your driveway with your newly earned stack
I will be rounding your corner in my gold Cadillac