Goldigger Gripe
Now, I ain’t saying I’m a golddigga, but I ain’t messing with no broke nigga. That is to say. I ain’t splitting the tab. I ain’t co-signing. I don’t even want you to make change for me if I need some quarters. We will never have a joint bank account. As a matter of a fact, if I even suspect we are banking with the same institution, I’m closing my account and putting my money under the mattress. If you guess one digit of my pincode, I am ordering a new card. That’s alright honey- I don’t want to see your credit report. Why? Because I don’t care who and what you owe. Your problems ain’t my problems. Sorry your account got closed because you owe the bank $475 in NSF fees. Keep paying your bills with money orders when and if you feel like it. Lucky for you in America, people don’t go to jail over debts. If they did you might get the death penalty.
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