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Chorus
Now I ain’t sayin she a gold digger
But she ain’t messin with no broke niggas
Now I ain’t sayin she’s a gold digger
But she ain’t messin with no broke niggas
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
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 roc I can tell by your charm
As far as girls you got a flock I can tell by your charm
And your arm but I’m looking for the one have you seen her?
My psychic told me she would have an ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez four kids
And I gotta take all they bad asses to showbiz
OK get your kids but then they got they friends
I pulled up in a Benz they all got up in
We all went to din and then I had to pay
If you fuckin with this girl you better be paid…you know why?
Take to much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend said she used to fuck with Usher
I don’t care what none of yall say I still love her
Chorus
Now I ain’t sayin she a gold digger
But she ain’t messin with no broke niggas
Now I ain’t sayin she a gold digger
But she ain’t messin with no broke niggas
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Verse 2
18 years, 18 years
She got one of your kids got you for 18 years
I know somebody paying child support for one of his kids
His baby momma car and crib is bigger than his
You see him on TV any given Sunday
Win the super bowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was supposed to buy your shorty Tyco with the money
She went to the doctor and got lipo with your money
She walks around looking like Michael with your money
Shoulda got that insured Geico for your money
If you ain't no punk
Holla we want pre-nup we want pre-nup
Yea that’s something that you need to have
Cause when she leave yo ass she gona leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on the 18th birthday he found out it wasn’t his
Chorus
Now I ain’t sayin she a gold digger
But she ain’t messin with no broke niggas
Now I ain’t sayin she a gold digger
But she ain’t messin with no broke niggas
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Verse 3
What’s the point of having a girl that’s drop dead that you know don’t like you
She will run over your head with a motorcycle
I know the way you look is nice but there’s more to life boo
Plus I can go to videos and get 4 just like you
I talked to your ex boyfriend and took a census
Since you don’t read the cookbook you just look at the pictures
Matter of fact when’s the last time you looked at the kitchen
This is getting ridiculous how you getting defensive
Jimmy Choo, Frankie B you getting expensive
I know you fuckin around my sixth sense said
That ain't no male friend that bought you the stereo
She said he gay anyway you don’t know nothing bout Jamario
Outro
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down