The Automatic - Gold Digger lyrics

She take my money when I'm in need Yea she's a triflin' friend indeed Oh she's a gold digga way over town That dig's on me (Chorus:) She gives me money Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger When I'm Need But she ain't messin' wit no broke n***as She gives me money Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger When I'm need But she ain't messin' wit no broke n***as I gotta leave Get down girl gone head get down I gotta leave Get down girl gone head get down I gotta leave Get down girl gone head get down I gotta leave Get down girl gone head (Verse 1:) Cutie the bomb met her at a beauty salon With a baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said I can tell you rock I can tell by your charm Far as girls you got a flock I can tell by your charm And your arm but I'm lookin for the one have you seen her? My psychic told me she'll have a a** like Serena Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids An I gotta take all they bad a** to show-biz Ok, get your kids but then they got their friends I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in We all went to Den and then I had to pay If you f**in' 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 use to f** wit Usher I dont care what none of yall say, I still love her (Chorus) (Verse 2:) 18 years, 18 years She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years I know somebody payin child support for one of his kids His baby momma 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 s'pose to buy you shorty TYCO with your money She went to the doctor got lypo with your money She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with your money Should of got that insured GEICO for your money If you ain't no punk Holla 'We Want Prenup' 'WE WANT PRENUP! Yeaah!' It's something that you need to have Cause when she leave your a** she gone leave with half 18 years, 18 years And on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his (Chorus) (Verse 3:) Now I ain't sayin you a gold digger, you got needs You don't want a dude to smoke but he can't buy weed You got out to eat and he can't pay, ya'll can't leave There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves But why ya'll 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 thats nice And they gone keep callin' and tryin', but you stay right girl And when you get on, he leave your a** for a white girl Get down girl gone head get down Get down girl gone head get down Get down girl gone head get down Get down girl gone head