Sa'ra Charismata - Gold Digga lyrics

Intro: Shifa naniheh sloch Shifa nanineh Shifa nanineh sloch Shifa nanineh Verse 1: Cold sweat in an ugly stranger's bed Toxic kisses, bourbon in his breath Champs Elysees, private in the air All these riches, money grubbing b**hes Chorus: (Hell no) I'd rather die die die Than be a gold gold digga (Hell no) I'd rather die die die Than be a gold gold digga Verse 2: Funds low got no money in the bank Rich power b**h movin' like a tank Indie swag, tote bag, haters for dinner I'm a lady-like sinner Chorus: (Hell no) I'd rather die die die Than be a gold gold digga (Hell no) I'd rather die die die Than be a gold gold digga Bridge: Fake rich Fake f** Fake tits Borrowed Dollar Fake house Fake lips Money slave on a collar Chorus: (Hell no) I'd rather die die die Than be a gold gold digga (Hell no) I'd rather die die die Than be a gold gold digga Shifa naniheh sloch Shifa nanineh Shifa nanineh sloch Shifa nanineh Cold sweat in an ugly strangers bed Written by Sara Charismata/XOV (Copyright Control) Produced by XOV & Sara Charismata