Material Girl

歌詞

Get it from my mammy Balmain bustdown (Tre Trax I think we got one) (It's Trax season bruh) (Who that Trell) (Material Girl) I want Chanel 9 boots All these ni**as steady jockin' 'Cause they know I'm the truth (Material girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain bustdowns these hoes can't stand me (Material girl) Currently working on a Grammy Meanwhile pussy poppin' with ya man in Miami (Material girl) Chanels and pearls That's the trick that it takes to keep the girls Choppin' bitches down like Edward Scissor Hands I don't want no petty money ni**a run them bands Private Island living chillin' with Toucan Sam F**king billionaire ballers rap shit got me grand Motorsport do the dash drop the top in the Lamb' Chanel Bags that'll make me know it (yeah) You need a hot girl Boy you gon' have to show it You wanna taste baby boy you gon' have to throw it Deposit all accounts baby keep the cash flowin' Bust down wrist but the bustdown keep 'em going Hennessy on my lips take a sip I like my ni**as laid don't come here with no chips How much is you payin' (Payin') I don't speak broke boy language (nah) You can leave with the crew that you came with (came with) Me and my bitches ain't playing (gon' on) Ice me out ni**a like Elsa Fly me out private jet no Delta You can send your bitch back to the shelter You ain't got no money bitch I can't help ya (Material girl) I want Chanel 9 boots All these ni**as steady jockin' 'Cause they know I'm the truth (Material girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain bustdowns these hoes can't stand me (Material girl) Currently working on a Grammy Meanwhile pussy poppin’ with ya man in Miami (Material girl) Chanels and pearls That's the trick that it takes to keep the girls Look but don't touch (uh-uh) You use to free bitches I cost too much I'm married to the money baby you can keep yo' tux Stop askin' the same questions “Is you f**kin' or what?" (No) I like a super size ni**a money deluxe Where my money Now you stutter wh-wh-wh-what Let me make it real clear f**k ni**a pay up Broke ni**as leave a bad taste eww yuck Ocean Drive is where I wanna be Neck on freeze thanks to my girl Tiffany Feet on fleek steppin' through Balenci' You would be crazy as f**k to put her against me (ha) Fly me to Cali swipin' all yo' credit cards this B.A.P.S I'm Halle Gucci Louis Prada it don't matter Money make me cum boy stop with the chatter Rich ni**a eight figures not enough Ten figures private show in the back of the Bentley truck Spend yo' money you still can't cuff I want materials and serials boy you outta luck No stash type of bitch you ain't keepin' your money tucked You bought a Givenchy I'm still stingy no sir you can't f**k (You said you loved me) Tuh boy I told you what You a duck ass ni**as stop cluckin' and pay up (Material girl) I want Chanel 9 boots All these ni**as steady jockin' 'Cause they know I'm the truth (Material girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain bustdowns these hoes can't stand me (Material girl) Currently working on a Grammy Meanwhile pussy poppin' with ya man in Miami (Material girl) Chanels and pearls That's the trick that it takes to keep the girls (Hey Tre I can do that one) (Bitch fest season bruh) (Who that Trell) (Material Girl)