J. Padron - Material Thing$ Hard To Deal With lyrics

[Intro: Trinidad Jame$] Okay This your main man T-Jame$, you already know And I can't talk to everybody face to face So I gotta do songs so hopefully you listen Cause it doesn't matter what I say How you take it is the only thing that matters My n***a [Hook: Trinidad Jame$] Hoes, clothes and that money Hoes, clothes and that money, I said Hoes, clothes and that money Hoes, clothes and that money You get money, you get hoes You get money, you get clothes You get money, you get hoes I said hoes, clothes and that money [Verse 1: Trinidad Jame$] If you never knew nothing, know nothin' (god damn) All the money in the world ain't nothin' You can't please these b**hes for nothin' All these b**hes wanna think they somethin' (they not) Smoke a blunt blunt, b**h b**h (calm down) Have respect for a n***a when a n***a come down Do extra n***as if you claim you down I'm rain with the weather when I come down Coming down was the sh**, comin' up was the hard part (yess) Knowing in your heart cuz' you asked for it Prayin' up to god for a chance (chance) A chance (chance) a chance (chance) To change your life for what you want Forget about them baby what you want? Baby in the end that's all that counts So live, love your life now [Bridge: Trinidad Jame$] What's your addiction? You sit back and think about it Is it more than one? Well, mines's is the Hoes, clothes and that money Hoes, clothes and that money, I said Hoes, clothes and that money Hoes, clothes and that money [Verse 2: Trinidad Jame$] Uh, I got a ho addiction (okay) And Her addiction (yeah) Is a coke-sniffin, pill-splittin' young missis Cali' brought her to that A-town That A-town brought that freak out So every time she be 'round I get the p**y and beat down, b-beat down And I beez out, can't lay up Or lay down, can't make your baby feel comfortable Like I wanna be your man now The reality of this situation Is a tragedy, if I don't say The things that you wanna hear Is the things that I won't say (I won't say) [Hook] [Verse 3: CyHi the Prynce] Cyhi All she say is "Can you buy me those?" "Take me out I like Pappadeaux" She love the mall she like to shop for clothes She a gold digger and I'm a pot of gold But the b**h can't even make sloppy joes I dont ever spend the night, I'm like "Adios!" If we got pulled over by the police That's the only time I aloud with hoes All the real n***as sayin "Chuuch!" The only thing missing is the choir robes Pimpin' is like being a firefighter 'cuz you always got the fire hoes You just another escort at the airport Only f** with n***as if they playin' sport But she prefer rappers, that's her favourite choice So when she find out who i was, it just made her moist Mm-mm-mm ol' thirsty b**h A n***a bought her everything, She don't work for sh** The ho s** dick for every purse she get So when you really think about it, she ain't worth the list Homie you can have her now, wether first to hit Boy I'm all about the money, I dont flirt with chicks At 17 I f**ed my teacher, she was 36 So all the playas in the building seen the word to diss [Hook] [Outro] Whooa Changin' before our eyes New world Changin' before our eyes New world Changin' before our eyes Before our eyes, before our eyes