Song Info: Material Girl Song is sung by Saucy Santana & lyrics written by
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^^gas 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, p^^sy 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^^ches down like Edward Scissor Hands (Scissor Hands)
I don’t want no petty money, n^^ga, run them bands (Run them bands)
Private Island living chillin’ with Toucan Sam
f^^king 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^^gas 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^^ches ain’t playing (Gon’ on)
Ice me out, n^^ga, like Elsa (Elsa)
Fly me out, private jet, no Delta (Delta)
You can send your b^^ch back to the shelter (Shelter)
You ain’t got no money, b^^ch, I can’t help ya
[Chorus]
(Material Girl)
I want Chanel nine boots
All these n^^gas 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, p^^sy 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^^ches, I cost too much
I’m married to the money, baby, you can keep yo’ tux
Stop askin’ the same questions, “Is you f^^kin’ or what?” (No)
I like a super size, n^^ga, money deluxe
Where my money? Now you stutter, what-what-what-what?
Let me make it real clear, f^^k n^^ga, pay up
Broke n^^gas 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^^k 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 cmm, boy, stop with the chatter
Rich n^^ga, 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^^ch, you ain’t keepin’ your money tucked (Gimme that)
You bought Givenchy, I’m still stingy, no sir, you can’t f^^k
(“You said you loved me”) Tuh, boy, I told you what?
You a duck-a^s n^^ga, stop cluckin’ and pay up
[Chorus]
(Material Girl)
I want Chanel nine boots
All these n^^gas 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, p^^sy 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^^ch (Materials and serials, b^^ch)