Gold Digga Letra

shifa nanineh

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

(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

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

(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

fake rich
fake fuck
fake tits
borrowed dollar

fake house
fake lips
money slave on a collar

(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

(Thanks to Sara Haile for these lyrics)