50 Cent - Material Girl 2000 lyrics
If a b**h don't like me Somethin' wrong with the b**h (f** that b**h) Why... oh why... why... you wanna f** with me now? Yo Dave, that sh** come with the game baby, the money, you know thats how the sh** 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 f** with me now? I've been wantin' to f** wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna f** 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 n***a droolin' and sh** There I was, kickin' my game, pickin' her brain buggin' 'cause a while back I met this b**h 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 sh** 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 n***a, 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 b**h 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 n***as f**ed 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 sh** I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it know you wouldn't f** with me if I had no ends probably wouldn't f** 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 n***a to come put sh** 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 n***as can't eat this year got your b**h breakin' her neck to peep this here c'mon... uh huh... c'mon [Chorus - repeat 2X] f** you b**h! leave me alone, walk on... get the f** on... Yo, Shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't f**in' with us... aww man... look... he ain't mean that sh**... c'mon thats just records... n***as is playin'... we wasn't serious and sh**...