Material Girl 2000 50 Cent текст и слова песни

If a bitch don't like me

Somethin' 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

thats how the shit work, you know what I'm sayin'

they supposed to love me now baby

I'm doin' it now baby

hahahaha


[Chorus]

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?

I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while

Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?

The money gonna make you sell your soul


[Verse One]

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 treatin' you? good I hope

you got a smile that only a fool would forget

and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit

There I was, kickin' my game, pickin' her brain

buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch on the train

she wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip

Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead 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 whisperin' "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 BB's

she said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV

she liked my part the best, man, this bitch is tryin' to G me.


[Chorus]


[Verse Two]

It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats 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 wit'?

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 nothin' 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 gettin' head in my drop

it goes on and on and on and it don't stop.


[Chorus]


[Verse Three]

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 Penetentiaries 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 'till I earl

take 'em two at a time

quick I get in they mind

have 'em thinkin' 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 breakin' her neck to peep this here

c'mon... uh huh... c'mon


[Chorus - repeat 2X]


Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on...

Yo, Shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us...

aww man... look... he ain't mean that shit...

c'mon thats just records... niggas is playin'...

we wasn't serious and shit...