Material Girl 2000
(专辑: 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...