RX HECTOR - Gold Digger Lyrics

Came up in the section where you had to drill
Before you serve a packet, we get rich in 90 days
We get to drink a Cincinnati
Stones in my bones, told these niggas I ain't playin' with them
Bone thugs in harmony, he died when that chain hit him
Ion even want the pussy, no more if she let a lame hit it
Bring that jewelry out, then I get all the way untamed with it
Mackie, always want somethin' but they don't bring shit to the table
My brother gon' look at me sideways if I save him
Yeah, don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Bring them foreigns out, show these pussy niggas you ain't playin
Say you drug rich, bitch, let's see you pull up to the land
Come to Brockett Road, food up with them soldiers on that tan
You a trap, nigga, let me see you hit that boat with your lil' hand
You can't even do it, pussy boy, I knew it
You ain't gangsta, she done ran through it
Bitch in the back room gettin' famous, she got choo-choo it
I just got that mouth, that booty major
I drop two fruities, inside a eighth of drink, I'm bout to paint her
She ain't gettin' a red coin, she ain't gettin' a gold cent
Hit that hoe front to back, now that booty got a dent
One thing I can't stand is a gold-diggin' bitch
Only thing she can get is a Percocet 10
Hit her purse and took her MasterCard and wiped that bitch down
My Jewelry pink, my Louis V Brown
I'm on addies, can't sit my ass down
If it's a king on the East, then what the f*ck my damn crown
Bring them drugs to your session, I go broke, payin' my shooter
I'm my own shooter, mama told me make my own noodles
If you wanna do it right, you gotta do that shit yourself
Got inside the booth and flipped, they tried to say I was on meth
Snatched his soul out, left his mama cryin', I tried to talk to him
On Halloween, I don't run like Jason, I just walk to him
Dope fiend, steppin' all on needles, it ain't nothin' to him
Belfied it, gave him a piece and asked him, was it good to him
I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-R
I got a 40 on my hip, I keep that choppa in the car
Yeah, ain't worried bout shit
I'm thumbin' through this money, I don't give a f*ck about a bitch
I put tints on all my cars, I'm only swervin' 5 percent
Sold a hunnid bold, at the corner store, they think I'm servin' 50
Rose gold, hunnid cone, rollie match a n***a fit
Switch my phone up every 90 days, don't know when they be hit
Might do draco, on mini count, I'm slidin' round with the pal
Broke three money counters in a week, this shit been goin' slap
Yeah, ain't worried bout shit
I'm thumbin' through these hunnids, f*ck a gold diggin' bitch
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her