EPMD Lyrics: Gold Digger Lyrics

EPMD - Gold Digger

*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 th

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