ft. Tracy T
Red lights, still a gold digger
'Cause glitter, it ain't gold, got a gold digger
Got a gold digger
Gold, gold, gold digger
Murder check on the toll, boy
And we gold diggers, rob y'all, boy
Wrong side of these n***as like bare hands, you gold, boy
Hallelujah, them drug lords
b**h, you ain't bringing no drug lords
My man gone for being a drug lord
Through the mud with that drug lord
But I still keep this sh** tight clean
With some dirty n***as but they ride clean
With a box of rice they all mean
Red bottoms, no Visine
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On the cover of that magazine
Underneath the pillow, that magazine
Get all money, no babbling
You got f**ed, no Vaseline
Red lights, still a gold digger
'Cause glitter, it ain't gold, got a gold digger
Got a gold digger
Gold, gold, gold digger
Platinum j**elry but my b**h, she is a gold digger
I take paper, she take paper, I'mma roll with her
Sit her back against that cash, I'm talking gold roller
Game ain't based on sympathy, she wait for no n***a
Gold house, short skirt, she a bad b**h
She a bad b**h, she a bad b**h
Real a** and tities, and a skirt mini'
Talking money, n***a, she ain't talking, hide your cash
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Red lights, still a gold digger
'Cause glitter, it ain't gold, got a gold digger
Got a gold digger
Gold, gold, gold digger
'Panameras and a few Bugattis
Hating a** b**hes, s** 'em naughty
n***as pockets lose weight like Pilates
Swerving'hit the surface
Feds is looking, all this cash when I make 'em purchase
Porsche is turbo, that's the sun, f** with you?
n***a, what's the purpose?...
Red lights, still a gold digger
'Cause glitter, it ain't gold, got a gold digger
Got a gold digger
Gold, gold, gold digger