Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Material Girl, artist - Saucy Santana. Date of issue: 13.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |
| (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 |
| 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 |
| (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) |
| (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) |