*scratching* Brothers things done got too far gone (tell em bout it)
We got ta let the girls know what they gotta do for us!
Verse One: Erick Sermon
Oh what the heck let's get married and have a son named Erick
No big deal no sweat
Hmmm I was in for a big surprise
And when I saw the judge hammer pass my green eyes
Brainlocked my whole damn head was malfunctional
Cause I forgot to co sign a prenuptial agreement
Now her case is hard like cement
I have no files on all the money she spent
She has a car, nineteen ninety brand new Jaguar
Fly kit, with chrome rims that's five star
that she bought, when I was away on tour
Hittin' my bank account, gettin more and more money
She got paid, it wasn't funny
Talkin to myself - oh you big big dummy
Just my luck, that I'm stuck with a marriage
And a baby, who lays in a gold carriage
Now I can't leave, if I do she gets half (not the cash)
Oh yes, the whole damn bash of money
So I chill, and act so sweet
Kiss her feet, can't picture bein in the street
So I give a fake smile, and a fake laugh
Fake everything so I can keep all my cash
Fake talk, like I love you so much
But wishin, she gets hit by a Mack truck
Next time, if there's one I'll know
That most women strictly out for the dough
They're called gold diggers
Cause she's a gold digger (3X)
Verse Two: Parrish Smith
The P had a close call, quiet as kept I dated this
"Flyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy girl"
Yeah, and almost got vicked
She had green eyes, thunder thighs, and a def body (so what cha sayin)
Top it off, she drove a black Maserati
Chrome kit, with a smile I couldn't resist
I tapped E on the shoulder and said, "Yeah I gots to get this"
(P cool, she could be a gold digger)
Not with that smile and that stupid boomin figure
til one day, she spent the crazy dough
Ten G's on Levi's, cold went Rambo
But then she smiled, gave me a back massage
Gassed my head up, and said (oh P you're so large)
Like a jerk, I went for the line like a fish
But she was far from dream girl, and more like a death wish
She likes to sit back, lamp, walk on plush rugs
Whip my five-sixty sip Moet and bug (so did you flip?)
Tried to but she cut me off