Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke, broke Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke niggas Get down, girl, go ahead, get down Cutie the bomb, met her at a beauty salon With her baby Louis Vuitton under her underarm She said, I can tell you rock, I can tell by your charm Pause, girls, you gotta fly, I can tell by your charm And your arm, but I'm lookin' for the one, have you seen her? My psychic told me she a half-a-ass like Serena Drain her, Dana for Lopez, four kids I gotta take all they bad out to show biz Okay, get your kids, but then they got they friends I pulled up in the Benz, we all got a Benz They all went to Den, and then I had to pay If you doin' this, girl, then you better be paid You know I take too much to touch her From what I heard, she got a baby by Busta My best friend said she used to f*** with Usher I don't care what none of y'all say, I still love her Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke niggas Come on, get down, girl, go ahead, get down Get down, girl, go ahead, get down Get down, girl, go ahead, get down Get down, girl, go ahead Eighteen years, eighteen years She got one of your kids, got two for eighteen years I know somebody payin' chops up for one of his kids Baby mama can't crib, ears bigger than his You would see him on TV any given Sunday Win a Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai She was supposed to buy you shorty Tyco with your money I went to the doctor, got lipo with your money She walk around lookin' like Michael with your money Should've got that insured Geico for your money If you ain't no punk, holla, we want prenup, we want prenup That's somethin' that you need to have When she leave your work, she gon' leave with a half Eighteen years, eighteen years And on her eighteenth birthday, he found out he wasn't his 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 ahead, get down Get down, girl, go ahead, get down Get down, girl, go ahead, get down Get down, girl, go ahead Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got knees You don't wanna do the smoke, he can't buy weed You go out to eat, he can't pay, y'all can't leave If this is in the back, you gotta roll up your sleeves But while y'all watchin', watch him He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun He got that ambition, baby, look at his eyes This week he mobbin' floors, next week it's the fries So stick by his side, I know his dude's callin' Yeah, that's nice, and y'all can keep callin' and tryin' But you stay right, girl, and when he get on, he leave your ass for a white girl Get down, girl, go ahead, get down Get down, girl, go ahead, get down Get down, girl, go ahead, get down Get down, girl, go ahead