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(feat. Masta Ace) [J-Zone] Golddiggers get ready! Yo Ace what are we gonna do about these young chicks trying to get into our pockets? [Masta Ace] Y'all young ho's today, Think this shits a game See no matter who I meet, all I get's the same Buy me this, take me there But I'm not you're father I don't care if my dick's hard or hot and bothered So pay attention please, it be nice if you listen 'Cause that young pussy ain't worth the price of admission See y'all chicks today, be the first to say I want this, I need that In the worstest way Besides bitch, I need another curse to say (ho) 'Cause you won't get no brand new, purse today See y'all young felines can't wait to pounce And try to take amounts, from my bank accounts I ain't got nothing on your nails and hair And I can see how you look at other girls and stare See you want that bag, them shoes, that jag You need the cash, to pay that price, on that tag Letras de cancionesFat chance You look real good in the black pants I love your battle stance, thats why I sat in a trance But I know first-hand, that y'all ho's are lethal Your souls are transparent, and your clothes are see-through Don't know me from a hole in the wall And want to go to the mall Shopping bags, I'm left holding 'em all? I know you and your baby daddy's gonna do it But like the Belt Parkway, bitch I conduit [J-Zone] Now Ace tellin the truth Yo check it out, man I met some wholesome chick, I mean she REAL wholesome I say that 'cause everytime I go to the ATM and withdraw some money, she wanna hol' some Now I need alittle more advice from a veteran in this game Drop another one on the mic for these young cats 'Cause these chickens be really thinkng that "Before I'm through, I'm going to make fortunes." "Now just a moment, I think you misunderstood." (Please) [Masta Ace] Y'all must got me confused with one of them young dudes They can't wait to get their tongue in your cum-toos A young boy will trick just to squeeze the titty 'Cause he love your fat ass, and he sees you're pretty But I ain't phazed by no breasts, or no big asses You got them boys sweatin, like aerobic classes And NFL rooikes with that cash to spend Will do anything at all to get that ass to bend And y'all know their stats when they walk in the room He pushed up, but whos really talkin to whom? I know Jay-Z taught you how to do this hun Now you runnin around the clubs like "Ooh, this fun" And dude might not be the cutest one But you girls like " I might have to do this one" All for the Prada, Louie, Gicci, Chanel For the right price, even got the koochy for sale Where the broads with the titties out Thong with the ass out Give a nigga Hennessey straight, until he pass out Last night you did his little crotch, solid Now he woke up and can't find his watch and wallet (nigga what?) And this goes on any place you go So why chase a ho, who erase your dough See most dudes ain't got the cheddar to spare It ain't cheaper to keep her nigga Its better to stare (word) [J-Zone] There it is True words bein spoken Young tramps be warned We gotta show 'em all the deep pockets You wanna catch a body or a SUV, you better ride the MTA 'Cause NTA= No Trickin Allowed, so get a j-o-b J-Zone and the A-c-e (say what) "I know what I want and how to get it." "Pussy for a price." "No doubt about it." [Chorus] Gimme, gimme, gimme I need some money Gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme Gimme, gimme, gimme I need some money From Letras Mania