paroles de chanson Material Girl - Saucy Santana

Get it from my man, Balmain bust down, oh
Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
It′s Trax season, bruh
Who that Trell?

(Material girl) I want Chanel nine boots
All these niggas steady jocking, '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 popping with ya man in Miami
(Material girl) Chanels and pearls
That's the trick that it take to keep the girls

Chopping 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, chilling 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 want a taste? Baby boy, you gon' have to throw it
Deposit all accounts, baby, keep the cash flowing (ching-ching)
Bust down wrist, but the bust-down 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 paying? (Paying)
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 (go 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 jocking, ′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 popping 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 asking the same questions, is you fucking 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, stepping through Balenci'
You would be crazy as fuck to put her against me (ha)

Fly me to Cali′ (Cali′)
Swiping 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, and you still can't cuff
I want materials and serials, boy, you outta luck
No stash type of bitch, you ain′t keeping 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 clucking and pay up

(Material girl) I want Chanel nine boots
All these niggas steady jocking, ′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 popping with ya man in Miami
(Material girl) Chanels and pearls
That′s the trick that it take to keep the girls

Hahaha!
Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha
It's Trax season, bruh
Who that Trell?
Materials and serials, bitch!