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She want the Benz, she want designer, She never call if I ain’t finer, Every move she make, it’s minor, Ain’t no love, she just a grinder. Yeah, yeah, she got that gold fever, Heart cold, I can’t believe her, Shinin’ bright, but I see deeper, She dig gold, not love — I leave her. (Verse 1) She say “baby, you my king,” but she eyein’ my rings, Every word sound sweet, but she want them things. If the cash don’t sing, she gone with the wind, I learned fast — never fall for the bling. (Verse 2) I gave her time, gave her vibe, gave her trust, But she countin’ pockets more than love or us. Now I see clear, she just chasin’ dust, Ain’t no gold in love, just rust. (Chorus repeat) She want the Benz, she want designer, She never call if I ain’t finer, Every move she make, it’s minor, Ain’t no love, she just a grinder. Yeah, yeah, she got that gold fever, Heart cold, I can’t believe her, Shinin’ bright, but I see deeper, She dig gold, not love — I leave her. --- Would you like me to make it longer (like a full 3-verse song), or keep it short and catchy for a TikTok / hook-style vibe?