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

You've got me fucking fed up with your stupid attitude, Gérard! You come in every goddamn day drunk! You don't even hang out here like you should! You leave me all alone in this place!" "Then get the hell out." "Sure, that's what you'd want, to get your bitch back in here!" she spits, and hearing those words come out of his mouth, I feel my blood boil. "Take back what you said about her," I ordered her, turning around so we're face to face. "No," she retorts. "That's what that fucking gold digger is, and you're so blind you don't see it."

It came from Tiffany Taylor, Elliott's childhood friend sitting by his side. "I told you, didn't I? Some people pretend to be all innocent and pure, but the moment the opportunity arises, they'll find a way to scam you for money. And you didn't believe me." She leaned closer to Elliott, her tone mocking. "You said it was true love, but look at her now, asking for money. Seems like, to her, your wallet is more important than you are." Her words stung, and as she spoke, she didn't forget to glance at me with a smirk that made my stomach turn.

She practically yelled and I simply chuckled. “She's after my money? I don't care. I have the money after all. And no matter what you say or do, I'll always choose her. She's a gold digger, so what? I have the gold and I handed her the shovel so please mother, let her dig.” I said and I walked out of the room, feeling somewhat satisfied with what I just did.

But a small smirk appeared on her lips. “You think you can fool me with your fake status and life?” she spat. “Fake status?” I said, genuinely surprised. “You may fool others, Ariana or whatever you call yourself now, but I see through you. You’re just a gold digger, nothing more!” A scoff escaped my mouth at her glaring ignorance.

She irritated me to the right heavens and I have had almost enough of her. “Such a gold digger.” It was meant to be a whisper but she heard it. “What did you just say?” “I said you are a gold digger. You stole your friend's boyfriend and got married to him and now, you think you can scare me ? Fat chance, I'd like to see you do your worst! Stay away from Roman, watch me make him mine!” Even as I walked away, I still couldn't believe I'd spoken to her like that. Oh well, she'd deserved every bit of it.

“The fact that you don’t see anything wrong with it says a lot about you, don’t you think?” “What makes you so different from a gold digger, Giovanna? I don’t think you have any aspirations or drive to work. You spend your parents’ money to your heart’s content. You buy cars and the best dresses. I have seen you a handful of times, and every time you have on something that is more glamorous than the last.” With each sentence, she moved closer and closer. “The only difference between you and a gold digger is that you are leeching off your parents’ money.”

The last thing she expected was me talking back at her. She pursed her lips and forced out a smile. "Please complete your statement, Lexi. What's so shameless about me? I mean, I am not some cheap pauper. I don't force myself on a man who doesn't love me because of his money. I am not a gold digger, Lexi!" She screamed the last statement with her veins puking out of her skin as she was fully enveloped by anger. "You are not a gold digger, but you are a whore who sleeps with men at every chance she gets." I fired back, and the next thing she did was hit me hard on the face, causing my face to tilt to the side.

Did he believe for one second that she had been pretending to be someone she wasn’t? "Ryan, you don’t get to ask me why," she said, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "You called me a gold digger. You thought I was only with you for your money. You told me I was using you to climb my way up. You, of all people, don’t get to make demands now." There was a pause on the other end, and she could hear him exhale slowly, almost like he was processing her words.

Ever since I walked out and left her alone, she hasn’t called. Not once. No message, no argument, no “where are you?” Nothing. I let out a dry scoff. What did I expect? That she would miss me? She’s just a gold digger. That’s what I tell myself, over and over. A woman who slipped into my life wearing innocence like armor, pretending to care, pretending to be someone she isn’t. Pretending to be…Maria.

I thought she has said enough but hell no, she still spat out more and this time I feel a bit enraged as she lean closer to be and whisper those words “I know the reason a little girl like you who was supposed to be in school agreed to get married into a wealthy family. You are nothing but a gold-digger and gold-diggers don't last long so be ready for the day you will be thrown out from this house, the way you were brought in."