Trill Fam - Materialistic b**h lyrics

[Chorus:] Its All Because Of This Whip Its All Because Of These Clothes You's A Materilalistic b**h (I Tried To Tell Ya) You's A Materialistic Hoe (Yea) A It's All Because Of That Cash It's All Because Of That Dough You's A Materialistic b**h (I Tried To Tell Ya) You's A Materialistic Hoe (Yea) Got Nothin But Dick Im Jus A Squirrel Tryna Catch A Nut Trickin Dollars On s*uts I Never Heard Of Such Hoes Be Trippin Thinkin Im Finna Spend Sum Money But Im A Player Got It From Ms. Sandra And Donnie Beezy A Soldier 24/7 On The Street So Aint No Fallin We Fa A Muthaf**in Freak Say I Was Strugglin Wasnt Nobody On Side But U Would U Be Down To Ride For Me Like I'll Ride For U Oh Us A Gold Digger I Remember When I Was Broke Aint Never Had A b**h Like U Before My Game Was Strong But Not That Muhf**in Strong Til That Bread Got Long (?) Hittin My Phone So Once Again Its On And They Kno This Thats Why They Jockin Tryna Be My Old Lady So They Could Break My Pockets But b**h U Got My f**ed Up I Drop My Nuts On The Top Of Yo Head We Could Never Ever Be Together And Plus Im Knowin That [Chorus] [Phat:] Its All Because Of My Money Its All Because Of Dem Hundreds Its All Because Of My Grill Its All Because Of This Deal Dem Hoes Be All On My Watch Dem Hoes Be All On My Jock I Think They All Gold Diggers Finna Be Soon Straight Flippers f** Me U f** Wit My Click (3 Deep) Best Believe And It Aint Gon Quit (Not Wit Me) s*utastic Dog Ass b**h Without This Guh U Wouldnt B sh** Walk Around Wit Cha Stupid Ass U Deserve A Straight Kick In Ya Ass Matter Fact U Can Pack Yo Bags Like Webbie I Dont Want Yo Ass No Mo Cuz [Chorus] [Shell:] These Dog Ass Hoes Chapped Ass Hoes Im Bout 2 Picket Bout These Ratchet Ass Hoes Neisha, Lisa And Theresa Shell Even f**ed Keisha Dog I Hit Jalisa In The Bac Of The f**in Bleachers I Guess Thats My Way Of Showin My Ass To My Teachers Better Find Ya Baby Daddy b**h I Cant Feed Ya U See This New Whip And This Big Grip And Now U Cheesed Up Phat These Hoes Be Down Bad Goin All Kinda Crosses And Makin A n***a Mad Worryin Bout The Next b**h U Gon On That X b**h She s** Dick For Sum Pills And A New Outfit I Get The p**y Then Im Out b**h And I Guess Thats Y Them Dog Ass Hoes Call Me That Out Dick Holla At Me When Im Out b**h Make A Pimp Rich Hit The Strip While Big Daddy Count Chips [Chorus]