Material Girl 2000

(album: Power Of The Dollar - 2000)

If a bitch don't like me
Something wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch)
Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now?
Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know
That's how the shit work, you know what I'm saying
They supposed to love me now baby
I'm doing it now baby
Hahahaha

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wanting to fuck with you for quite a while
Is the money making you wanna fuck with me?
The money is gonna make you sell your soul alright
Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright

Whattup shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons
Talk to me, how's life been treating you? Good I hope
You got a smile that only a fool would forget
And a figure that'll leave a nigga drooling and shit
There I was, kicking my game, picking her brain
Bugging 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train
She wasn't feeling me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip
Uptown girl, she feel like that's some chicken-head shit
But on the sidewalk we ain't play games
We exchanged numbers and names
I went back to the Range
I heard her girlfriend whispering "I know that nigga, he rich"
She think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch
Anyway, her name is CeCe
She said she go to BMCC
Push a '98 328 with chrome BBS
She said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
She liked my part the best, man, this bitch is trying to G me

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wanting to fuck with you for quite a while
Is the money making you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul

It's hard as Hell to find a girl that's really down for ya
Type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya
They into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls
These trick niggas fucked up, they done gave 'em the world
Hey Shorty, why you like me? Huh? You like the way I spit?
Oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick?
Nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll with?
Platinum iced out, got rid of that gold shit
I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
That I could blow twenty thousand and think nothing of it
Know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends
Probably wouldn't fuck in the whip if it wasn't a Benz
I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints
Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not
Long as I rhyme hot I'm getting head in my drop
It goes on and on and on and it don't stop

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wanting to fuck with you for quite a while
Is the money making you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul

One thing you can always count on is change
And a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
Had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range
Would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change
Now it's hard to find us or stay behind us
While we on the 900 double R Hondas
Watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips
While penitentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs
All these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the world
You can find a material girl
I sip Dom 'til I earl
Take 'em two at a time
Quick I get in they mind
Have 'em thinking they mine
Bust off then tell 'em "Bust a Uey, on mo' time"
I'm like the reason ya'll niggas can't eat this year
Got your bitch breaking her neck to peep this here
C'mon... uh huh... c'mon

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wanting to fuck with you for quite a while
Is the money making you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul

Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on...
Yo, shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't fucking with us...
Aww man... look... he ain't mean that shit...
C'mon that's just records... niggas is playing...
We wasn't serious and shit...