Take back your chocolate box and your dead flower

She just wants the penthouse in the Trump tower

Don’t talk, she doesn’t want to hear your reasons

She just wants to relax at the four seasons

Text all you want, empty promises are cheap

She just wants to feel if your pockets are deep

Don’t show her the moon and talk about the stars

She just wants to ride in nice luxury cars

And be all you want, the sweetest classy guy

She just wants first class when she’s about to fly

Warm up your knee and prepare to sell your stocks

She just wants that gold ring with big shiny rocks

Your wrote her poems and sang for her the blues

She just wants that Louis bag, matching her shoes

You worked hard on yourself to get that appeal

She just wants that wealth to express how she feel

You can simp all you want, be slave at her feet

She’ll trade off your “love" for a VIP seat

To all of them guys that have fallen as fools

To deceivers that got them tight by the jewels

They used to cast spells to access the riches

Charming the masses was craft of the witches

They have evolved throughout history and time

But today cam-whoring is far from a crime

They prey on your thirst and play with your triggers

Now you’ve been warned about modern gold diggers