A Little bit of background info: Its my mums favourite song.
I was in Biology today when a kid (lets call him dylan) Started singing The song and then put his hand palm up as a gesture for me to finish the song.
As i know all of the words i finished the chorus and then we sung together.
I asked him if he actually knew what the song was about.
"a priostitute?" he replied.
No its actually about a pre Nuptual agreement.
WHAT?! i hear you exclaim.
It is about a Gold digger as well but thats just the epilogue of the story.
Yeah well if you listen to it properly it says
(8) If you aint no punk holler we want pre nup. WE WANT PRE NUP YEAH! its something that you need to have and when she leave your ass she gonna leave with half. (8)
And this got me thinking:
Sometimes, you hear things (or write things) and they mean something COMPLETELY different to what you thought.
And that comes back to that age old debate of IMing and Texting And E-mailing And Facebooking and All of that jazz but im not going to go into that because the truth of the matter is, its a wonderful way to communicate.. Even if i dont get mail.
I love getting mail :P
Well ill leave you with the lyrics haha, get the song stuck in your head.
She take my money, well I'm in need
Yeah she's a triflin' friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over time
That digs on me
[Chorus:]
(She steal me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke, broke (She steal me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke, broke(I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head
[Verse 1:]
Cutie da bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby Louis Vuitton
Under her under arm
She said I can tell you rock
I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
but I'm lookin' for the one
have you seen her?
My psychic told me she gonna have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
An' I gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz
Okay get ya kids but then they got they friends
I pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in
We all went to din and then I had to pay
If you fuckin' with this girl then you betta' be paid
You know why
Take too much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend say she used to fuck with Usher
I don't care what none of y'all say I still love her
[Chorus:]
(she steal me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke, broke (she steal me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke, broke (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head
[Verse 2:]
18 years, 18 years
She got one of yo' kids, got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin' child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car crib is bigger than his
You will see him on TV, any given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was supposed to buy ya shorty Tyco with ya money
She went to the doctor got lipo with ya money
She walkin' around lookin' like Michael with ya money
Shoulda' got that insured, GEICO for ya moneeey(your money)
If you ain't no punk holla' we want pre-nup
WE WANT PRE-NUP!, yeah
It's something that you need to have
'Cause when she leave yo' ass she gon' leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on her 18th birthday, he found out it wasn't his?
[Chorus:]
(she steal me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need)
But she ain't messin' wit no broke, broke (she steal me money)
Now I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need)
but she ain't messin' wit no broke, broke (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head get down (I gotta leave)
Get down girl, go 'head
Now I ain't sayin' you a gold digger, you got needs
You want a dude to smoke, but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat, can't pay, y'all can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But while y'all washin', watch him
He gon' make it to a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition, baby look in his eyes
(Jamie Foxx comes in)
This week he's moppin' floors, next week it's the fries
So, stick by his side
I know these dude's ballin, and yeah that's nice
And they gon' keep callin' and tryin'
But you stay right, girl
But when you get on, he leave yo' ass for a white girl
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