Gold Digga Lyrics

Intro:

Shifa naniheh sloch

Shifa nanineh

Shifa nanineh sloch

Shifa nanineh

Verse 1:

Cold sweat in an ugly stranger's bed

Toxic kisses, bourbon in his breath

Champs Elysees, private in the air

All these riches, money grubbing bitches

Chorus:

(Hell no) I'd rather die die die

Than be a gold gold digga

(Hell no) I'd rather die die die

Than be a gold gold digga

Verse 2:

Funds low got no money in the bank

Rich power bitch movin' like a tank

Indie swag, tote bag, haters for dinner

I'm a lady-like sinner

Chorus:

(Hell no) I'd rather die die die

Than be a gold gold digga

(Hell no) I'd rather die die die

Than be a gold gold digga

Bridge:

Fake rich

Fake fuck

Fake tits

Borrowed Dollar

Fake house

Fake lips

Money slave on a collar

Chorus:

(Hell no) I'd rather die die die

Than be a gold gold digga

(Hell no) I'd rather die die die

Than be a gold gold digga

Shifa naniheh sloch

Shifa nanineh

Shifa nanineh sloch

Shifa nanineh

Cold sweat in an ugly strangers bed