Material Girl

Hit it from a minute

Balmain bust down, oh

I want Chanel, black boots

All these niggas they be talking ′cause they knowin' the truth

And I can′t feel my tummy

Balmain bust downs, your whole skin's dummy

Girl, then you workin' on a Grammy

Meanwhile, I'll see poppin' with your man in Miami

Chanels and pearls

That's the trick that we take to keep the girls, uh, uh

Chop them bitches down like erasers of hands

I-I-I don't want no baddie money, nigga, run them bands

Rock that island life and chillin' with toucans

And fuck your billionaire ball, this rap shit got the gram, ah

Pull this work through the dash, drop the top in the land

Chanel bags that'll make you know it

Yeah, I need a hot girl, boy, you gon' have to show it

You want a taste, baby boy, you gon' have to throw it

Deposit all accounts, baby, keep the cash flowing

Bust down wrist, but the bust down keep me going

Hennessy on my lips, take a sip

I like my niggas laid, don't come here with no chip

How much is you paying? I don't speak

Broke boy, lay with ya

You can leave with the crew that you came with

Me and my bitches ain't playin'

Uh, pass me out, make her my 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'll pay hell, yeah

I want Chanel, Nike boots

All these niggas steady jocking

'Cause they know I'm the truth

And I get dramatic

All my bust downs, these hoes can't stand me

Currently working

On the crème, you need mo'

'Cause he boppin' with your man

In Miami with Chanel's and pearls

That's the chick that it takes to be a gross

Look, but don't touch, uh-uh

You used to free bitches, I cost too much

I'm married to the money, maybe you can keep your tux

Stop asking the same questions, is she fuckin' or what? No

I like a super sad nigga, money, good looks

Where my money? Now you stutter, what?

Let me make it real clear, fuck nigga, pay up

Broke niggas leave with bad taste

Uh, yeah

Ocean Brothers where I wanna be

Make ′em freeze, thanks to my girl Tiffany

Beat on fleek, steppin' through Balenci′

You would be crazy as fuck to put her against me

Find me in a Caddy

Swipin' all your credit cards, this V.A.P.S. I'm heavy

Gucci, Louis, Prada, it don′t matter

Money when you come, boy, start with the cheddar

Rich nigga, eight figures, not enough

Ten figures, buy the show in the back of a Bentley truck

Spend your money

You still ain't cuffed

I want materials and stereos

Boy, you are the love

No stash type of bitch who ain't keeping her money tucked

Gimme that

You bought Givenchy, I'm so stingy

No sir, you can't fuck