I Ain't Saying She's A Gold Digger Lyrics Novels & Stories

she said "Please, I ask again, what do you want?, is it money?, name your price and I will pay!" I said with all seriousness "I know something that you think no one else knows" she replied "And what's that, stunk brain?" I asked "you are married to the CEO because of his wealth, you are just a gold digger and that's why you hide your identity so well," she said

"Act innocent so I will not know what you are planning, low class girls like you will find an opportunity to hook up with a rich guy like me to settle down in her life playing the innocent card, am I right?" She stood frozen in her place even though she wanted to slap him. "Golden digger” he muttered lowly but she heard. "What did you say?" "Applying makeup and dressing up to seduce a guy, aren’t you a golden digger?" "Ashad that's what you think about me?" "Where is my money you asked for your sister's marriage” he roared making her flinch. She couldn't believe her ears as to what he was uttering. "You thought I was a fool?"

"Oh wow. This took a turnnn. So you didn't know? You know what, I bet you did, so you launched yourself at him to get him to notice you and voila you're engaged. I know your type babe." Okay, this is enough, I won't sit here and let her indirectly call me a gold digger. If she wants Xavier, he's free. He was right, she's a hot ass mess. "I know you're talking about someone in this room, but it's not me." "Listen here, little gold di—"

They are rotten to their cores. “Do not pretend as if this hurts you. I know gold diggers of your kind. You can even sell your soul to the devil to get what you want. You were just playing hard to get.” she scoffs, and I shock her with a bright smirk that is enough to light up the whole world.

They are rotten to their cores. “Do not pretend as if this hurts you. I know gold diggers of your kind. You can even sell your soul to the devil to get what you want. You were just playing hard to get.” She scoffs, and I shock her with a bright smirk that is enough to light up the whole world.

He explains, his voice cracking along with his quivering lips. Katarina opens her mouth to speak but is uncertain how to phrase her words. In the end, she muttered the sentence, “I just called her that because that’s what you told us about her. She’s a gold digger who will do anything to stay here because she has nothing and no one. Also…– “ She paused, unsure how to continue her words, but she wanted to get them off her chest. It’s like a lump that has been there for a while but having difficulty removing.

And I can see the title. “Who is Ophelia Lane? Newest AFA Gold-Digger?” If I hadn’t already emptied my stomach, I’d be doing so again. This is insane. Gold-digger? In what universe? I skip to the timestamp that says my name on it, pressing play as I hold the speaker up to my right ear as I walk faster down the sidewalk.

"So what if I did? Got proof? What's wrong? Afraid your sugar daddy will find out? Go call him. Let him deal with me. Oh wait… you won't. All you can do is bully a poor student like me." Then, she cranked her phone volume to maximum and blasted a playlist of gold-digger anthems. "Oh, she's a gold digger, way over town that digs on me…" She sang along, eyes glittering with provocation. Our other roommate put on headphones and pretended to disappear. I didn't respond. I simply opened the recording app.

"You are not a gold digger, if there is anyone who stole anything that is me. I stole you from you. You are mine now. Not your own now." "You belong to me."

She also thought she's a gold-digger and wanted to trap her son. “I know rich people like you think that we poor people are gold-diggers and try to trap the rich man to live a luxurious life. But I'm not like them. I'm happy in my life. It's not that I don't want a luxurious life. I want but I want to earn it by my own hard work. I hope I can make a better life for myself. I can be poor but I'm not cheap. If you want to break our friendship then I will do that. But don't insult our pure friendship like this. Pardon my impudence, if my words were harsh or I was rude to you.”