Saucy Santana - material girl (sped up)

• Saucy Santana - Materi...
Get it from my mammy, Balmain, bustdown
(Tre Trax I think we got one)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
(Who that? Trell?)
I want Chanel 9 boots
All these niggas steady jockin'
'Cause they know I'm the truth
(Material girl) And I get it from my mammy
Balmain, bustdowns, 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 takes 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'
Bust down wrist but, but the bustdown keep 'em going
Hennessy on my lips, take a sip
I like my niggas laid, don't come here with no chips
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
Fly me out, private jet, no Delta
You can send your bitch back to the shelter
You ain't got no money, bitch, I can't help ya
I want Chanel 9 boots
All these niggas steady jockin'
'Cause they know I'm the truth
(Material girl) And I get it from my mammy
Balmain, bustdowns, 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 takes to keep the girls
Look but don't touch (uh-uh)
You use 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, wh-wh-wh-what?
Let me make it real clear, fuck nigga, pay up
Broke Niggas leave a bad taste, eww, 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, 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 all the chatter
Rich nigga eight figures, not enough
Ten figures private show in the back of the Bentley truck
Spend yo' money and 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 a 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 niggas, stop cluckin' and pay up
I want Chanel 9 boots
All these niggas steady jockin'
'Cause they know I'm the truth
(Material girl) And I get it from my mammy
Balmain, bustdowns, 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 takes to keep the girls
Materials and serials, bitch
Songwriters: Jaterrian Letrelle Hudson / John Douglas Norris / Rashad Jamiyl Spain

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