Leesta, Tommy Ice - Material Girls lyrics
[Leesta, Tommy Ice - Material Girls lyrics]
She hit me on my phone and
She hit me on my Snap (Loesoe going crazy)
Hit me on my phone, no no
She hit me on my phone and
She hit me on my Snap
And I know that girl a dime but
I still won't call her back
I got big back ends
I been playing with the racks
Put that Birkin on her shoulder
She might catch a heart attack
I got Fendi, I got Louis
I got shooters from my opps
I got bitches tryna fuck me from
My city to your block
I put Prada on my shoe and
I put Gucci on my sock
When they ask me how much it cost
Told 'em a lot
I put Birkin on her shoulder
Put my niggas on my back
I put that bitch on a pedestal
I hope she hit me back
I'm so lonely, with my dogs like a pack
She been blowing up my line
Know I wanna hit her back
But she bad for me, but I'm really in my bag
So I pull up in a Benz
Tell these bitches to get back
Aye lil' bitch, think I'm rich
She on my dick, woah
What is this? yeah, I'm rich
She hit me on my phone and
She hit me on my Snap
And I know that girl a dime but
I still won't call her back
I got big back ends
I been playing with the racks
Put that Birkin on her shoulder
She might catch a heart attack
I got Fendi, I got Louis
I got shooters from my opps
I got bitches tryna fuck me from
My city to your block
I put Prada on my shoe and
I put Gucci on my sock
When they ask me how much it cost
Told 'em a lot
I told her, "Don't believe the gossip that
You hear about me"
I put Saint Laurent on my back
Boy I'm getting fleek
Lately, I been going crazy
Bitches tryna tame me
Threw ice on my AP, now they love or hate me
They tryna take advantage 'cause
I got some racks
I'm covered in Valentino shoes but
I don't run track
I told 'em once I go to LA
There is no coming back it's the lifestyle
These bitches fell in love with that
I'm in the hills, I'm popping pills
Still sippin' on the Tech
Man I been popping seals
Put a clip up on my Tec
Might let it pop for real
I put a Patek on your bitch
And now she wanna chill
She wanna top me, she wanna ride
I just got a new Benz, who wanna see inside?
I feel out of place
I feel out of place beside she was tryna lie
I just hopped up in that Porsche 911 to ride
She hit me on my phone and
She hit me on my Snap
And I know that girl a dime but
I still won't call her back
I got big back ends
I been playing with the racks
Put that Birkin on her shoulder
She might catch a heart attack
I got Fendi, I got Louis
I got shooters from my opps
I got bitches tryna fuck me from
My city to your block
I put Prada on my shoe and
I put Gucci on my sock
When they ask me how much it cost
Told 'em a lot
She hit me on my Snap (Loesoe going crazy)
Hit me on my phone, no no
She hit me on my phone and
She hit me on my Snap
And I know that girl a dime but
I still won't call her back
I got big back ends
I been playing with the racks
Put that Birkin on her shoulder
She might catch a heart attack
I got Fendi, I got Louis
I got shooters from my opps
I got bitches tryna fuck me from
My city to your block
I put Prada on my shoe and
I put Gucci on my sock
When they ask me how much it cost
Told 'em a lot
I put Birkin on her shoulder
Put my niggas on my back
I put that bitch on a pedestal
I hope she hit me back
I'm so lonely, with my dogs like a pack
She been blowing up my line
Know I wanna hit her back
But she bad for me, but I'm really in my bag
So I pull up in a Benz
Tell these bitches to get back
Aye lil' bitch, think I'm rich
She on my dick, woah
What is this? yeah, I'm rich
She hit me on my phone and
She hit me on my Snap
And I know that girl a dime but
I still won't call her back
I got big back ends
I been playing with the racks
Put that Birkin on her shoulder
She might catch a heart attack
I got Fendi, I got Louis
I got shooters from my opps
I got bitches tryna fuck me from
My city to your block
I put Prada on my shoe and
I put Gucci on my sock
When they ask me how much it cost
Told 'em a lot
I told her, "Don't believe the gossip that
You hear about me"
I put Saint Laurent on my back
Boy I'm getting fleek
Lately, I been going crazy
Bitches tryna tame me
Threw ice on my AP, now they love or hate me
They tryna take advantage 'cause
I got some racks
I'm covered in Valentino shoes but
I don't run track
I told 'em once I go to LA
There is no coming back it's the lifestyle
These bitches fell in love with that
I'm in the hills, I'm popping pills
Still sippin' on the Tech
Man I been popping seals
Put a clip up on my Tec
Might let it pop for real
I put a Patek on your bitch
And now she wanna chill
She wanna top me, she wanna ride
I just got a new Benz, who wanna see inside?
I feel out of place
I feel out of place beside she was tryna lie
I just hopped up in that Porsche 911 to ride
She hit me on my phone and
She hit me on my Snap
And I know that girl a dime but
I still won't call her back
I got big back ends
I been playing with the racks
Put that Birkin on her shoulder
She might catch a heart attack
I got Fendi, I got Louis
I got shooters from my opps
I got bitches tryna fuck me from
My city to your block
I put Prada on my shoe and
I put Gucci on my sock
When they ask me how much it cost
Told 'em a lot