Girl,
people assume you're all about that cash
They don't know your heart is gold,
you just move fast
I'll admit that when I met you,
I had you figured wrong
Every time I turned around
there was money on your arms
They promised you things
but they never came through
That's maybe when we
met how I hooked you
I saw something that you
no one's ever seen
I got some of what they got
but I'm just my own
Baby, be my gold digger
So I can touch you all the time
Baby, be my gold digger
All my friends want you but
you're mine
Tell all your NBA friends so long
Don't you need love?
Girl, I may not have the things
that you're used to
But I got more than enough
to take care of you
The only thing I want from you is respect,
so don't introduce me to
someone that you wanna hit
You might be teasing and hitting him through the phone,
but in my mind I know that shit is still wrong
Needed to check you girl,
so now you know, now you know
And I know you want financial security an d respect,
someone that really listens to you
And good sex, no one's sellin' you
Four screens, just one man givin' you
The real screens
You know I took you out the game
But your life is still far
from simple and plain
So be patient,
you'll get to see the world
There's no one I'd rather do it with
Than you, my girl
Oh, yeah.
So I can touch you on the side.
Yeah. be my girlfriend. No.
All my friends want you,
but you're mine.
Yeah. you're my girlfriend. Oh.
Tell all your NBA friends to love.
And you'll be my girlfriend.
Don't you need love?
Oh, won't you be my gold digger?
So I can touch you all the time
Won't be my gold digger?
All my friends want you but
you're mine
Won't be my gold digger?
Tell all your NBA friends to love
Won't you be my gold digger?
Don't you need love?
Can you be my, my, my gold digger?
Can you be, can you be,
gold digger?
Can you feel my feeling good?
Deeper than anyone
else would
Don't you need somethin' real?
Don't you need love?
MC, here we be again, y 'all
Don't burn us, we gotta earn it
Check it out, y 'all
We got Jeffrey Ricky Cage on the shot,
O .D. on the guitar,
Lawrence L. on the keys, yeah, shout out to Ali Shaheen,
Chris Daddy, D, T. West, all the foams out there.
Don't worry, we gon' burn it
Don't it