50 Cent, Dave Hollister - Material Girl 2000 lyrics

If a bitch don't like me
Somethin' wrong with the bitch
(fuck that bitch)
Why oh why why you wanna fuck with me now?
Yo Dave, that shit come with
The game baby, the money, you know
Thats how the shit work
You know what I'm sayin'
They supposed to love me now baby
I'm doin' it now baby ha ha haha

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wantin' to fuck wit'
You for quite a while
Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul

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
Nigga droolin' and shit
There I was, kickin' my game
Pickin' her brain
Buggin' cause a while back I met
This bitch 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 shit
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 nigga, 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 BBS
She said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV
She liked my part the best, man
This bitch is tryin' to G me

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wantin' to fuck wit'
You for quite a while
Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul

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 niggas fucked 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 shit
I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it
That I could blow Twenty Thousand
And think nothin' of it
Know you wouldn't fuck with me
If I had no ends
Probably wouldn't fuck 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

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wantin' to fuck wit'
You for quite a while
Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul

One thing you can always count on is change
And a rich nigga to come put shit in the game
Had a 40 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 niggas
Can't eat this year
Got your bitch breakin' her neck
To peep this here c'mon uh huh c'mon

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now?
I've been wantin' to fuck wit'
You for quite a while
Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me?
The money gonna make you sell your soul

Fuck you bitch! leave me alone
Walk on get the fuck on
Yo, Shorty tell your friends ya'll
Ain't fuckin' with us
Aww man look he ain't mean that shit
C'mon thats just records niggas is playin'
We wasn't serious and shit