MC NAS-D & DJ FREAKY FRED - Gold Diggin' lyrics

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[Chorus:]

Gold' diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy I can't take it no more

Fellas sing!

(Gold diggin' girls, drivin' me crazy I can't take it no more)

[First Verse:]

Now I really don't know what the heck is goin' on

All I really know, man, somethin' is wrong

About a couple of girls I know askin' for things

From diamonds to chains, bracelets, bangles and gold rings

They want to drive my car, they want to spend my money

Everytime they want somethin', it's come here honey

But I'm not a fool, and I don't play no games

How dare you ask for somethin'? You don't even know my name

Your hair is all fixed, your jeans real tight

But if you don't clock dollars, you won't party tonight

You'll have to settle for less, and that means nothin'

You say you won't have sex, well I think that you're bluffin'

Girl I know your secrets, that's why my money's stacked

You either want gold, or my cadillac

Who're you tryin' to fool? The D is never slippin'

I'm still nasty as Hell, and to girls that be trippin'

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[Second Verse:]

Me and my homie took the van, and we drove it to the store

There was a female there that we had never seen before

Her body looked-ed nice, her hair was in a curl

But from the looks of things, we could tell she's a material girl

She had lots of gold rings, fingers that were stacked

My homie looked at me and said "Nas-D lets jack"

I almost took the bait, but I just couldn't do it

Already runnin' late, so I had to get to it

We hopped back in the ride, and drove to U.S.A.

We started seein' faces that we see everyday

The girls were in crowds, fellas were actin' lazy

Someone mentioned Nas-D, and they all went crazy

Gold diggers beggin', you know what I think?

They must've thought I was a bank, cuz I wear Gucci links

Come on girls askin' for things, oh boy I had to dip

I mean I can't believe it, but the females they trip

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[Third Verse:]

Every guy wants to know why girls do what they do

Us fellas can't get over without them askin' you

For somethin' to eat, somethin' to wear, get their hair done

When they approach askin' for somethin', you wanna run

Gold here, gold there, gold everywhere

Piled up on the chick with the weave in her hair

This song is for the guys, so I hope that you listen

Don't let ANY girl, fool you on a gold mission

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