Lyrics Material Girl - Hey Mikey!

You know she want that Gucci
You know she want that Fendi
You know she want that Prada
You know she want that Jimmy
You know she want that Louis
You know she want Supreme
She don't want to be a wife
She married to her things
She married to her things
She married to her things
She don't want to be a wife
She married to her things
She married to her things
She married to her things
She don't want to be a wife
She married to her things

She independent
She don't need no man
She keep that clientele
Put the money in her hand
Don't come up short
Cause if you do
She got that heat on her
She ain't afraid to use
No French kissing
That's too intimate
She faking orgasms
If she ain't into it
But no matter what
She'll leave you satisfied
Cause she already know
What she's gonna buy

You know she want that Gucci
You know she want that Fendi
You know she want that Prada
You know she want that Jimmy
You know she want that Louis
You know she want Supreme
She don't want to be a wife
She married to her things
She married to her things
She married to her things
She don't want to be a wife
She married to her things
She married to her things
She married to her things
She don't want to be a wife
She married to her things