Material Girls
You said you was gonna slide, if them niggas try to come around
You disappeared when a nigga needed you the most
A nigga need you now
I'm writing you a letter filled with nothing but the pressure
Read that shit aloud
I ain't never ask for nothing I just wanted you to hold it down
You ain't never hold that shit down
I ain't gonna speak on it
Imma move passed it
You dead and gone in the casket
You know you dead wrong but you laughing
I'm trynna ball on em March madness
Cause you just a material girl
You want them diamonds and pearls, I know
Can't feel
Off these pills move slow
Hold you close and you
Keep screaming don't let go
No where to go but don't know where to start
My shit is missing, a hole in my heart
Shine like a light for them days in the dark
Christian loubs for them days when we prayed to the lord
2ks he really the youngest in charge
I told him one day he gon' be a star
Walk 'cross the stage they clap
Round of applause
She keep talking too much I put sick her jaws
Remember days she wasn't talking at all
They new I was the shit when they checked on the stall
Why the fuck would I go broke for these hoes
And she wouldn't fuck with me if I was poor
Cause you just a material girl
You want them diamonds and pearls, I know
Can't feel
Off these pills move slow
Hold you close and you
Keep screaming don't let go
I swear I can't feel my hands
That's cause my body is numb
My bro is not in a band
But he gotta stay with a drum
And she know BCB be the man
By the way that she talk out her tongue
Half of the shit that she saying be dumb
I'm cook in the kitchen I feel like I'm mung
Getting meditated got me feeling like a monk
Pockets on fat like them bitches got the mumps
All I gotta say is Slatt and your ass get slumped
BCB chase cash and we ash big blunts, for real
She just wanna fuck for a purse
And this verse is a gift and curse
She a hoe but she wanna be a wife how it work
Hit that bitch one time then I kicked her to the curb
Cause you just a material girl
You want them diamonds and pearls, I know
Can't feel
Off these pills move slow
Hold you close and you
Keep screaming don't let go
You disappeared when a nigga needed you the most
A nigga need you now
I'm writing you a letter filled with nothing but the pressure
Read that shit aloud
I ain't never ask for nothing I just wanted you to hold it down
You ain't never hold that shit down
I ain't gonna speak on it
Imma move passed it
You dead and gone in the casket
You know you dead wrong but you laughing
I'm trynna ball on em March madness
Cause you just a material girl
You want them diamonds and pearls, I know
Can't feel
Off these pills move slow
Hold you close and you
Keep screaming don't let go
No where to go but don't know where to start
My shit is missing, a hole in my heart
Shine like a light for them days in the dark
Christian loubs for them days when we prayed to the lord
2ks he really the youngest in charge
I told him one day he gon' be a star
Walk 'cross the stage they clap
Round of applause
She keep talking too much I put sick her jaws
Remember days she wasn't talking at all
They new I was the shit when they checked on the stall
Why the fuck would I go broke for these hoes
And she wouldn't fuck with me if I was poor
Cause you just a material girl
You want them diamonds and pearls, I know
Can't feel
Off these pills move slow
Hold you close and you
Keep screaming don't let go
I swear I can't feel my hands
That's cause my body is numb
My bro is not in a band
But he gotta stay with a drum
And she know BCB be the man
By the way that she talk out her tongue
Half of the shit that she saying be dumb
I'm cook in the kitchen I feel like I'm mung
Getting meditated got me feeling like a monk
Pockets on fat like them bitches got the mumps
All I gotta say is Slatt and your ass get slumped
BCB chase cash and we ash big blunts, for real
She just wanna fuck for a purse
And this verse is a gift and curse
She a hoe but she wanna be a wife how it work
Hit that bitch one time then I kicked her to the curb
Cause you just a material girl
You want them diamonds and pearls, I know
Can't feel
Off these pills move slow
Hold you close and you
Keep screaming don't let go
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Writer(s): Rushon Bishop
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