Gold Digger (Remix)

[Intro: Jamie Foxx]
She take my money, when I'm in need
Yeah, she's a triflin', friend indeed
Oh, she's a gold digger, way over town
That digs on me

[Hook [x2]: Kanye West]
She make my budget fall, but she ain't leavin'
What this shit? It's the Gold Digger remix

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
Rapped bout gold diggers now I’m married to her
I'ma God so Zilla looking scary to her
It’s like a jungle, she lookin like a cougar that worked at Hooters
Pussy so big I had to maneuver
A car into that shit
What’s my name? (Yeezus!) Yeah, that’s it
Couldn’t even imagine I cummed that quick
Chicks ratchet
Rhymes diggin your casket
First class fashion, nigga you know the habit
We “In Da Club” 50 times a day in the VIP
Shut the fuck up, you B-I-T-
C-H
You ain’t no Big P-O-P-P-A
I see my girl’s sex tape everyday, unlike you I don’t have to replay
To watch it, over
How you think the wheels started bouncing in that rover?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Oh God, that ass so big
But she takin all my bacon, I NEED MO PIGS!
But still, I deleted all my sidechicks, now I need mo pics
I don’t know how to fix it, should I feed her mo dick?
Good, music gon need some mo shit
The platinum plaques gon look good in yo crib
(No, bitch!)
Well what you want (Daily trips to Rodeo
Drive, my own private jet, 5 mi-) No way, hoe!
Why don’t you put on your lingerie and get ready to go play, hoe
I’d rather go gay, hoe
No matter what, I won’t date hoes
(A'ight, I’ll change it to four, eight, tho
That’s 200 G’s less)
Lo' Jesus
You getting annoying for no reason
Gimme peace or our relationship is pieces

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Drake]
Love me girl or not, love me slow, just don't stop
We could drop to the floor of my drop or the yacht
You look Photoshopped, I just mean you look hot
I might burn my lips on ya tongue, just a thought
I'm tripping in a moment, this game I gotta own it
Style they wanna clone it, but I won't sell or loan it
Now it's me alone wit my pen on that poem shit
I usually don't smoke but tonight I got the bone lit
And I'm on my grown tip cuz she got them full hips
Cherry lip gloss got me lost, oh you so sick
I'm slow sorta stammering, my flow sorta damaging
And my pitch bewitches cuz I blow til it's bandages
Said I slice bread til we all fed – sandwiches
And we can eat free at the spot my homie manages
Fame is like a flu that I can't shake or break through
Got me extra feverish and even got my wrists blue
That's ice if ya didn't know, nice cause I told ya so
Life always on the Go, collect, copping houses whole

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
Yeah
You can bet your ass, as soon as I give her better sex and pills
She’ll get even more wet, and have better sex appeal
I’ve always been strapped, better salute this veteran navy seal
She says my dick like a four wheel, for real
If you want beef your just cooked veal
Roll me the extras since your nothing but the third wheel
I’ll light up your whole block and call it a highlight reel
Rather you come to a standstill or told to sit still
Hopefully you pray and have somewhere to kneel
And get like still life and luckily you’ll have life still
Remember when Jack and Jill went up a hill?
Well your Jill will get jacked and also kill you jack just for the thrill
Now Jack is really going downhill
Watch the throne, so I got eyes on that hill
That is my throne, I’m king of that very hill
That’s right the ruler is I, I like the one thats concealed
The third one I got, that can’t be revealed
I’s like the letter Y between two E’s, is how blind I feel
And I’m sun burnt if any Feds lurk, so I don’t recall, I just peel