| She take my money when I’m in need
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| Yea she’s a trifling friend indeed
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| She’s a gold digger way over town
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| That digs on me
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| Cutie the bomb
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| Met her at a beauty salon
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| With a baby Louis Vuitton
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| Under her underarm
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| She said I can tell you ROC
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| I can tell by ya charm
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| Far as girls you got a flock
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| I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
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| But I’m looking for the one
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| Have you seen her
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| My psychic told me she have a ass like Serena
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| Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
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| An I gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz
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| OK get ya kids but then they got their friends
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| I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up In
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| We all went to Den and then I had to pay
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| If you fucking with this girl then you betta be payed
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| You know why
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| It take too much to touch her
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| From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
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| My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher
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| I don’t care what none of y’all say I still love her
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| She take my money when I’m in need
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| Yea she’s a trifling friend indeed
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| She’s a gold digger way over town
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| That digs on me
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| Eighteen years, eighteen years
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| She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years
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| I know somebody paying child support for one of his kids
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| His baby momma’s car and crib is bigger than his
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| You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday
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| Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai
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| She was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money
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| She went to the doctor got lypo with ya money
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| She walking around looking like Micheal with ya money
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| Should of got that insured got GEICO for ya money
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| Money, money, If you ain’t no punk holla We Want Prenup
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| We want prenup! |
| yeah
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| It’s something that you need to have
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| 'Cause when she leave yo ass she gone leave with half
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| Eighteen years, eighteen years
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| And on her eighteenth birthday he found out it wasn’t his
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| She take my money when I’m in need
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| Yea she’s a trifling friend indeed
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| She’s a gold digger way over town
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| That digs on me
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| Now I ain’t saying you a gold digger you got needs
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| You don’t want ya dude to smoke but he can’t buy weed
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| You got out to eat and he can’t pay y’all can’t leave
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| There’s dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
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| Why y’all washing watch him
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| He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datson
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| He got that ambition baby look in his eyes
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| This week he mopping floors next week it’s the fries
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| So, stick by his side
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| I know his dude’s balling but yea that’s nice
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| And they gone keep calling and trying
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| But you stay right girl
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| But when you get on he leave yo ass for a white girl
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| Get down girl go head get down
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| Get down girl go head get down
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| Get down girl go head get down
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| She take my money when I’m in need
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| Yea she’s a trifling friend indeed
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| She’s a gold digger way over town
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| That digs on me |