You have hopes and dreams that didn't go as planned.
Instead you decided to rely on this man.
His money,house,cars,and credit cards.
Subjecting yourself to his judgment and battle scars.
Did you want what you got;When you got what you wanted?
Your chose that life,You wanted him so you flaunted,
Your body every chance you got.
He made you feel special when you were allowed to shop.
Never working a day in your life.
Desperate to become some football player or some movie stars wife.
Too afraid to stand on your own to feet.
Forcing yourself to march to his beat.
Gold digger you refuse to be called.
Spending money having it all.
What was fun to you,To him is just a game.
Gold digger is your middle name.
Well known in the clubs as the project scout.
Turning tricks with your body and your mouth.
They don't know your name just the back of your head.
Even the owner of the club know how you are in the bed.
Your name written on the bathroom stall.
Gold digger if you could recall.
All they have to do is buy you a drink.
Coming out of your clothes by the restroom sink.
Gold digger,Ghetto superstar, trying to get ahead.
Feeling useless unwanted and led astray.
Stop approaching men and pay your own way.
