Material Girl lyrics

[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 n*ggas 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, pus*y 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' b*tches down like Edward Scissor Hands (Scissor Hands)
I don't want no petty money, n*gga, run them bands (Run them bands)
Private Island living chillin' with Toucan Sam
f*cking billionaire ballers, rap sh*t 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 n*ggas 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 b*tches ain't playing (Gon' on)
Ice me out, n*gga, like Elsa (Elsa)
Fly me out, private jet, no Delta (Delta)
You can send your b*tch back to the shelter (Shelter)
You ain't got no money, b*tch, I can't help ya
[Chorus]
(Material Girl)
I want Chanel nine boots
All these n*ggas 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, pus*y 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 b*tches, I cost too much
I'm married to the money, baby, you can keep yo' tux
Stop askin' the same questions, "Is you f*ckin' or what?" (No)
I like a super size, n*gga, money deluxe
Where my money? Now you stutter, w-w-w-what?
Let me make it real clear, f*ck n*gga, pay up
Broke n*ggas 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 f*ck 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 c*m, boy, stop with the chatter
Rich n*gga, 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 b*tch, you ain't keepin' your money tucked (Gimme that)
You bought Givenchy, I'm still stingy, no sir, you can't f*ck
("You said you loved me") Tuh, boy, I told you what?
You a duck-ass n*gga, stop cluckin' and pay up
[Chorus]
(Material Girl)
I want Chanel nine boots
All these n*ggas 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, pus*y 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, b*tch (Materials and serials, b*tch)