I met this girly girl She seemed the hippy type Beneath the surface she was more about the perfect life She wanted fast cars And hundred dollar bills She’d charge her credit card that hardly covered all her thrills And in the fast lane She drives her man insane See when I’m dreamin heard her screamin “daddy make it rain” Her mother called me up Said I’m not good enough I’m proletariat and she was just a bougie
She’s a golddiggin lover She got it from her mom Her silver step father bought her all that she wants And she’s a golddiggin lover She’s been undercover Her grandmother told me that I’m not what she wants I’m not what she needs She wants money She doesn’t want me
She wanted everything Like golden diamond rings Her poppa bought her mocking birds but they don’t rhyme or sing We built this house of love But she was too corrupt And in her eyes I’m seeing dollar signs I’ve had enough She’s so material I’m feeling so surreal Salvador dali hardly Malibu barbie party Glass floors and glass slippers too She could lounge by the pool and be indifferent to you
