Gold Digging lyrics
by Kasher Quon
[Verse]
Bro pulled up outside, he got some hoes with him
My hoes won't talk to you unless it's 'bout money, they be gold diggin'
All these hoes trippin'
[?] find no Wockesha, so I'm drinkin' Trishtin
Might not see me for a month 'cause I'm on a mission
This n*gga bought a fake ass Rollie, that b*tch is tickin'
And this car be clickin'
Kidnapped his b*tch for a hour, she went missing
The last n*gga tried to f*ck, he sleepin' with the fishes
Your b*tch suck my di*k for a hour, this ho is vicious
I'm scared of her
Been standin' up, f*ckin' for a hour, my legs is hurtin'
And this b*tch f*cked up my bed, she keep squirtin'
I know you ain't got a bag for real, you keep purpin'
Get your lil' 9 to 5 on and keep workin'
Tried to swipe some sh*t one time and ain't make a purchase
I guеss the n*gga was nervous
I'm in the suburbs, my phonе ain't even got no service
I'm deep, deep in the suburbs
A n*gga just paid twenty-five hundred for twelve words
That's twelve bars
Damn near forgot I was in a Wraith until I seen the stars
I'm sippin' on a three right now, I'm finna be on Mars
I treat my b*tch good, we locked in, you beat on yours
I treat my b*tch good, we locked in, you beat up-, f*ck
I say
I treat my b*tch good, we locked in, you beat on yours
Been scammin' since '014, [?] award
I was the first scammer
And I only smoke exotic weed, I don't smoke Bammer
And I face my sh*t, don't smoke with n*ggas, you can't smoke with Kasher
I came on this b*tch talkin' crazy, this b*tch a slapper
Fount out your b*tch f*cked me, you finna slap her
My female cousin ran off, I'm finna whack her
With a bank plate
You ridin' around, tank on E, what your bank say?
I bet the b*tch say zero
The b*tch was finna get a big then paid her rent, I'm her hero
I done saved her ass
Off this next mixtape I'm droppin', that's a major bag
My cousin went to church, got baptized, they saved his ass
You gettin' paid ten dollars a hour, they slave your ass
You in that b*tch workin'
Ran into the cashier at the mall, this b*tch flirtin'
Want me to get her phone number
My ex b*tch tried to call me, you got the wrong number
I don't know who the f*ck this is
Paid my lawyer ten thousand dollars, I stand on biz
I ain't got one yet, but I damn near want a kid
The way that n*gga be cappin', he should work at Lee's
You don't pay no bills, ain't got no car, n*gga, you still a kid
You can't show me 20K or show me where you live