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