ExactoBeats - Diggin' 4 Gold Lyrics

Deep in A Bathing Ape pockets with a shovel
Call her an elevator, 'cuz she on her own level
Like a drunk man rims, man these ladies got me bent
Tryna' to leave me hot, as a dryer, wit' extra lint
Burn a hole in my wallet, but without the zippo

Wasn't on a trampoline, so what ya flip for
Some of ya cake daddy's askin', how I make that girl cry
I kept the bank roll, n' shot da' rubber band in her eye
It was bad enough, you was gettin' paid the minimum

She drivin' yo car wit' these high gas prices, ya really dumb
Done saw plenty couples, where she say she feelin' him
The other day found out her nickname is give me some
Look good with her hair down in that pink lingerie

But we can't be together, 'cuz we both money hungry
I saw this group of bad women, yet it turned out they were crooks
Without the gun n' ski mask, robbing with their good looks
They out to get paid, n' get all that ya got

Run when they hear a penny drop, in the parking lot
As usual, I'm fresh from my head to my feet
Ain't no stacks droppin' baby, only ya panties n' this beat
Guess I kinda' knew, som' was wrong from the start

'Cuz sweetheart, kept pushing around an empty shoppin' cart
Ya spilled my drink, to see if I can buy another one
Eyes lit up when, ya' saw I bought a betta' one
Love my dirty drawers, n' drink my bath water

It shouldn't matter if I'm broke, you still outta
Cute in the face, but word is you a boppa
Yo boy will pick her up, quicker than I done dropped her
Betcha' when I see him again, he still got her

You can trick off, pop bottles, I pop collars
Groupies laughin' all in my face, they gets nada
Order from the value menu, them burgers cost a dollar
What do you think they mean, when them girls say, they diggin' you

And don't think she the only one, ya partners even diggin' you
Took her to the doctor, 'cuz you thought she was goin' blind
Realized the problem was them dolla' signs in her eye
Went from having it all, to pickin' up empty cans

Reachin' in ya' pockets wit' super glue on her hands
God damn, glad I ain't gotta' go through that no more
Damn, that was a close call with the Po-po
Swerve to avoid hittin' this lady in the road

Jumped on the hood of the car, that just go to show
No 49ers, but she trying to get this gold
Walk by, and the smell of crisp twenties hit her nose
Had to repeat myself, said I had a cinnamon roll

Wit' the wax in her ear, all she heard was bigger payroll
Had the nerve to tell me last night, I was bein' cheap
Like Deebo, she had no business in my pockets while I'm asleep
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