[Intro] Get it from my mammy, Balmain bust down, oh (Tre Trax I think we got one, haha) (It's Trax season, bruh) (Who dat Trell?)
[Chorus] (Material Girl) I want Chanel nine boots All these niggas steady jockin', 'cause they know I'm the truth (Material Girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain bust downs, 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 take to keep the girls
[Verse 1] Choppin' bitches down like Edward Scissor Hands (Scissor Hands) I don't want no petty money, nigga, run them bands (Run them bands) Private Island living chillin' with Toucan Sam Fucking billionaire ballers, rap shit got me grand (Ah) 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' (Ching-ching) Bust down wrist but the bussdown keep' em going Hennessy on my lips, take a sip I like my niggas laid, don't come here with no chips (Ha-ha-ha) 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, nigga, like Elsa (Elsa) Fly me out, private jet, no Delta (Delta) You can send your bitch back to the shelter (Shelter) You ain't got no money, bitch, I can't help ya
[Chorus] (Material Girl) I want Chanel nine boots All these niggas steady jockin', 'cause they know I'm the truth (Material Girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain bust downs, 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 take to keep the girls
[Verse 2] Look, but don't touch (Uh-uh) You used 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 fuckin' or what?" (No) I like a super size, nigga, money deluxe Where my money? Now you stutter, what-what-what-what? Let me make it real clear, fuck nigga, pay up Broke niggas leave a bad taste, ugh, yuck Ocean Drive is where I wanna be (Facts) Neck on freeze thanks to my girl Tiffany (Froze) Feet on fleek, steppin' through Balenci' You would be crazy as fuck to put her against me (Ha) Fly me to Cali (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 nigga, 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 (Gimme that) You bought Givenchy, I'm still stingy, no sir, you can't fuck ("You said you loved me") Tuh, boy, I told you what? You a duck-ass nigga, stop cluckin' and pay up
[Chorus] (Material Girl) I want Chanel nine boots All these niggas steady jockin', 'cause they know I'm the truth (Material Girl) And I get it from my mammy Balmain bust downs, 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 take to keep the girls (To keep the girls)
[Outro] (Hahaha) (Tre Trax I think we got one, haha) (It's Trax season, bruh) (Who dat Trell?) Materials and serials, bitch (Materials and serials, bitch)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
