Goal Digger

(album: Proof - 2016)

[REASON:]
Yeah, yeah

Look, if she ain't got a weave, I don't want her (I don't want her)
I only smoke a bitch from California (True)
I done had a bad bitch come through on the late night (Late night)
We ain't fucking, I'm just making sure the cake right
I ain't tripping on a pussy, where the money?
Mind on your paper, baby
Where the money?
She gon' have it all too, that one hunnid
Only question you should be asking is "Where the money? Where the money, ho?"

She on game, I can be on game with her (Game with her)
Wha, bet her by the dollar, still the same nigga (Proof)
Money long, girl, looks gon' fade quicker
Paper like a book, baby lemme get on page with ya
Wait (Wait, wait, wait)
Money hungry, girl I love guap (Love guap)
Balling like a nigga gotta jump shot (Swish)
Yo Instagram popping, you be killing hoes (Wha)
What them likes mean if you bitches broke?
Catch me in the range, in that pussy like I'm renting though (Skrt!)
Pull up on 'em, spit some game, now she hitting for it
Dus, dus, dice game, what it hitting for?
I don't fuck with Instagram thots 'cause them bitches broke (Bitches broke)
Shit, my main bitch got her bachelors (Bachelors)
She just enrolled to get her masters (Wha?)
And a [?] longer and her taxes (Hah!)
She get her own shit, she don't gotta ask me
If you ain't got your own, got your own, I ain't hitting it
In the [?], in the streets innocent
My bitch never lease, got a loan, she ain't renting shit
I ain't fucking with that gold digging shit

Look, if she ain't got a weave, I don't want her (I don't want her)
I only smoke a bitch from California (True)
I done had a bad bitch come through on the late night (Late night)
We ain't fucking, I'm just making sure the cake right
I ain't tripping on a pussy, where the money? (Where the money?)
Mind on your paper, baby
Where the money? (What?) (Where the money?)
She gon' have it all too
Only question you should be asking is "Where the money? Where the money, though?"
You on the road, I be on the road with ya (With ya)
I only want 'em if they goal digging
I ain't fucking with them gold diggers, uh
I only want 'em if they goal digging, wait

Wait, wait, wait, look girl, look
Is that who I think
Girl, that's Joe!
I mean he ain't my type or nothing but shit, he got money, haha, hey!

[Joe Moses:]
I'm baby mama K, hungry hoes
Still looking for bread
I'm 'bout to find 'em to the 'Rari
Still looking for friends
I had to grow out my dreads 'cause niggas taking pictures
I got a new twin Glock so they can get it [?] (Brrah!)
I got a new white bitch, she got a thick sister (Thick sister)
And if you ain't a real nigga, then I don't click with ya (I don't fuck with 'em)
You can't bring it to the table, I can't sit with ya (Hah!)
I brung a toilet to the toilet, I'ma shit with ya (What?!)
I fuck with Kimberly and Jennifer but no Stacy (But no Stacy)
I had to cut my Rollie off, it was so racist (What?!)
Black and white diamonds looking like a pro tip (Like a pro tip)
I heard them Greystone hoes only want sex (Sex!)
I heard them playhouse hoes only want a check (Check)
I heard real niggas really only want head (Head)
If you was fucking for a bad bitch, go ahead
Like a nigga on a diet, bitch no bread

[REASON:]
I ain't tripping on a pussy, where the money? (Where the money?)
Mind on your paper, baby
Where the money? (What?) (Where the money?)
She gon' have it all too, that one hunnid
Only question you should be asking is "Where the money? Where the money, though?"
You on the road, I be on the road with ya (With ya)
I only want 'em if they goal digging
I ain't fucking with them gold diggers, uh
I only want 'em if they goal digging, wait

[A Roc:]
I remember how I used to have time to wait
But now I'm just like... hah

Bitch, raise up your funds for me
Your pussy mean nothing to me
Ask the last chick that try to say that she done with me
'Cause from, from behind the only time that she run from me
Other than that, the only goal is to keep my dick company
Get your light, ho say "Get your life"
Take your only rights, you was right
You ain't on yo shit, you just on the pipe
Boy, them hoes that don't put niggas for they paper
Fuck, fuck, skeet, skeet, see you later
I tell her beep, dot, dot, dot and then forget to reply
Oops, I think I just lied
You prolly just ain't my type
She'll meet me any fucking where in that Uber (Skrt, skrt)
Don't got no car but she got funds for her maneuvers
She a Uber thot
Gold digging, flag on the plate before she threw the twat
I been the nigga that she knew to watch
That's 'cause I set them goals, lil ho
So I don't care if you do or not
Or getting sexy for me, you are not

[REASON:]
I ain't tripping on a pussy, where the money?
Mind on your paper, baby
Where the money? (Where the money?)
She gon' have it all too, that one hunnid
Only question you should be asking is "Where the money? Where the money, though?"
You on the road, I be on the road with ya (With ya)
I only want 'em if they goal digging
I ain't fucking with them gold diggers, uh
I only want 'em if they goal digging, wait

Heh, real shit
Look, if she ain't got a weave, I don't want her
I only smoke a bitch from California
I done had a bad bitch come through on the late night
We ain't fucking, haha