Materialistic (Remix) ft. OTWT Shawn Lyrics

She keep talking to me about her old nigga he should try new things

I can tell by the way that she looking at me that she trynna do things

I can tell by the way that she looking at me that she want some D

I can tell by the way that she looking at me that she want some me

They be like Dice, when you gonna drop? So many people waiting on my shit

Been a long wait, but I been great

Swear to God I been working ever since

I'd rather make dollars I'm not making sense (cents).

Know it is my life you can't comprehend

And I swear to God that I don't need friends

And I swear to God this life is a frenzy, woah, for real, for real

Smoking weed for the thrill while I give your bitch chills.

Tint on the windshield

I'm breaking the seal

Bitch we got the Nine Tails

And we aiming for the kill

Pulling up Black Hyundai finna upgrade to a Tesla

When I do I'mma keep it swear to God, I'll never sell it

It's gonna sit at my big Estate, might park it by the biggest gate

Fucked your bitch she was my dinner plate

She is for the team you are too late

Too late, so get the fuck out my way

And I do not fuck with none of these niggas

All of these niggas be lames

And I do not give a fuck about these bitches

They bringing up my name

And I do not give a fuck about that hoe, that hoe really ashamed

So that is on her

I'm stacking my chips

Not worried bout her's (Herr's)

Not worried bout her's (Herr's)

Not worried bout her's (Herr's)

Not worried bout her's (Herr's)

Not worried bout her's ooh, it's Dicey

Hit the bitch now she like me

Bought her food she pricey

I keep the shit hot like tamale

But I'm botta holla at Molly

And that lil bitch got too much mileage

Everything happens all in good timing

Paradise back and he changing the climate

Can't be a noodle cause niggas be ramen

Kiddy like doodles they be doodle bobbing

I'm bout to see wassup with her she eyeing

Looking for treasure I bet I'mma find it

Not one for tyranny no not at all

But she do whatever I say like I'm Simon

I'mma sit back and just weigh out my options

Notification that shawty is typing

Why everybody gotta judge?

They make fun of my car

Work so hard for the shit so I, I'm gonna take it far.

I ain't worried bout it - I ain't worried bout a damn thing

If you could get off my dick please

Only so much that could go around

I'm a King and this shit is my crown

Say I'm leaving she making a frown

And I never grew up with allowance

In my crib I'mma build me a lounge.

In the dark but we looking for light

Used to want her but she not my type

Lately I feel like cutting some ties

What's the point if you brining me down?

Came a long way from playing curve ball on the pavement, life got crazy

Used to sell chips in my high school hallway

Was better than drugs, so fuck it I'll take it.

I never gave a fuck about a nigga that's facts

Like nigga get your bitch, said she like it like that

Like a nigga put it in, I had her screaming like that

Hit a homerun in your bitch, said she like how I bat

Wake up to a Benz, start the car vroom vroom

On my way to your girl crib, driving zoom zoom

When you show up at the crib all you hear is boom boom

We both see you looking at us then I know it's doom doom

Had to run away, you ain't catching me

Now back to the wheel had to dip bye bitch

All this shit from the dome, I ain't talking mosh pits

Switch it up, no nigga I ain't talking light switch

On some dumb shit feeling like a person whose glitched

Told Dice this shit hot, put me on the remix

Where I'm going after this, prolly chill with your bitch.

Oouie that shit cray

Oouie that shit cray

Oouie that shit cray

Oouie that shit cray

Only thing you hear is when I'm playing your bitch

Why she calling me babe, you are not my bitch

So don't call my phone then i block oh shit

Really lied to her face said I loved her I don't

Woah Woah I'm dizzy

Woah Woah she sticky

Woah Woah no kizzy

Woah Woah gotta blast

Wake up in the morning say my prayer then dip

I'm just going bout my life, gotta like how I live

Too much fun with the shit I fucking feel like a kid

Still grown and shit with a fucking x-mas list

Why the fuck I keep doing that?

Why the fuck I keep doing that?

Why the fuck I keep doing that?

Why the fuck - I don't know)

Nigga in his bag I think I'm feeling elite

I think she in her bag I fucking like how she eat

Feeling nervous as shit, had to make a nigga leap

Drove home with a smile phone rung, I was sleep

Who the fuck is calling

Who the fuck - stop calling

Who the fuck keep calling

Who the fuck on my dick

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Had to keep it that way stop smiling and shit

Say I'm driving to the crib I'mma call you right back

Throw my shit in the wheel, never call, its neck.

Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum that shit hard.