I'm not fancy, I just love fancy shit Make a budget disappear like a magic trick Make him buy me everything, I don't have to pick Only hold a conversation if the bag is thick (hahaha) A material girl is not tasteless A material girl is my favorite I'm a material girl, so don't waste this If you not a material girl, then you basic, (hahaha) ugh Material girl (in a material world) Material girl (material girl) Material girl, (material world) I am a material girl Deposit all accounts, baby, keep the cash flowing Bust down wrist but the bussdown keep them going 42 on my lips, take a sip I like my niggas laid, don't come here with no chips How much is you paying? I don't speak broke boy language (no) You can leave with the crew that you came with Me and my bitches ain't playing (mmm) Ice me out, nigga (material world), like Elsa Fly me out, private jet (material girl), no Delta You can send your bitch back to the shelter (material world) You ain't got no money, bitch, I can't help ya A material girl is not tasteless A material girl is my favorite I'm a material girl, so don't waste this If you not a material girl then you basic, ugh (ahh) Material girl (in a material world) Material girl (material girl) Material girl Chanels and pearls, that's the trick that it take to keep the girls Look, but don't touch (uh-uh) You used to free bitches, I cost too much I'm married to the money, baby, you can keep ya tux Stop asking the same questions, "Is you fucking or what?" (Hehehe) I like a super size, nigga, money deluxe Where my money? Now you stutter, w-w-w-what? Let me make it real clear, fuck nigga, pay up Broke niggas leave a bad taste, ugh, yuck Ocean Drive is where I wanna be (material world) Neck on freeze thanks to my girl Tiffany (material girl) Feet on fleek, stepping through Balenci' (material world) You would be crazy as fuck to put her against me (mmm) Fly me to Cali (material world) Swiping all your credit cards, this B.A.P.S. (material girl), I'm Halle Gucci, Louis, Prada, it don't matter (material world) Money make me cum, boy, stop with the chatter A material girl is not tasteless A material girl is my favorite I'm a material girl, so don't waste this If you not a material girl, then you basic (stop clucking and pay up), ugh Material girl (in a material world) Material girl (material girl) Material girl (material world) I am a material girl Material girl (material world), I want Chanel 9 boots All these niggas steady jacket 'Cause they know I'm the truth (material girl) Material girl (material world), and I get it from my mami Balmain, bust down, these hoes can't stand me Material girl, currently working on a Grammy Meanwhile, pussy popping with your man in Miami (material world) Material girl, Chanels and pearls That's the trick that it take to keep the girls (ah, yeah) Materials and serials, bitch

I'm a boss in the game I deserve six rings I go hard in the paint They wanna know my number and my name They swear to God I got a cheat code I'm going for the three This shit is easy like a free throw I go beast mode Ballin' on 'em 93 Mike Jordan on 'em Swish nigga It's all in the wrist nigga And we aim for the top everyday just to change our lives Know the name, know the game Know the things that they ain't gon' like Not afraid to express what it takes so we made our own way You not in the game I call shots in the game like Huh what's the play Yeah what's the play What's the play Huh what's the play What's the play Yeah what's the play What's the play Huh what's the play I'm on my Wayne Gretzky I got so much ice on Smoking on that strong pack, strong pack Hit it hard, Mike Tyson Sliding home plate, safe Paid in full just like ace But I ain't working at the cleaners I get that pack and serve it like Serena Ballin' on 'em 93 Mike Jordan on 'em Touchdown We got the club going up I'm bout to roll something up And we aim for the top everyday just to change our lives Know the name, know the game Know the things that they ain't gon' like Not afraid to express what it takes so we made our own way You not in the game I call shots in the game like Huh what's the play Yeah what's the play What's the play Huh what's the play What's the play Yeah what's the play What's the play Huh what's the play

Does anybody have regular size papers out there? King size? I'll use those Got the windows down, radio's on on on You got it all, well at least you think you do When it's time to ball, niggas better think of you You see the life you wanna live on TV and wanna be a part of it Spend every night just popping bottles, pouring drinks in VIP, and you love it The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, don't worry, that's just how the game go The more you make, the more they hate, the more they're fake, but I'm just singin' the same note, playin' the same song Got the windows down, radio's on on on You got it all, well at least they think you do (woo, yeah) When they say workin' hard, man, they better think of you Cause all these plaques, nigga, that's because of it Wouldn't have shit if it wasn't for it Smokin' on medicinal, spraying ozium to try cover it In the game playin' hard, but I'm just in the game, I ain't in love with it Y'all niggas tryin' to get famous, a nigga like me tryin' to get fuckin' rich Fuckin' rich, fuckin' rich, broke ass niggas can't fuck with this Fuck a deal, when it goes down, got a hundred mill on my bucket list Y'all niggas gon' keep on hatin' but we ain't gonna stop then You'll catch me in somethin' foreign and the top gon' be droppin' Got the windows down, radio's on on on

Yeah It's nothing new, haha 'Cause this is exactly what I do, uh What up E, haha The good weed's lit on this one Yeah Ridin' by myself, uhh Yep, uhh The World turning, the weed burning Them haters talkin', I keep earning Know some will say life's a bitch Well I'ma' keep flirtin' And fuck that bitch for the money and Louie V purchases Old folks jock my car 'cause they know just what this is Niggas felxin' hard with no bars, they got weak servants Keep verses, Mortal Kombat Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin' bitch then what you call that Nothing but net, ain't back cause I never left I did everything right nigga better yet Rolling bomb for the niggas that's around us Something like a contractor building from the ground up Now just, oh Twist up this weed Realize that you are in the presence of a G Don't fuck up my paper meaning my cheese Or the ones I use to roll up my trees Fuck it, you know what I mean I'm riding round, smoking, my music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own See me, when I'm alone, wishing they could fuck with me My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me But I'm just ridin' dog Doing a buck .50 Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and Jet Ski's Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretsky's My dime pieces only recognize the best trees Treat 'em like I don't need 'em boy, you best believe You in her face, I let her breathe Oh, oh From debated on, to waited on From hated on, to the nigga they put cake up on 'Cause we are Young Movie stars 'Cause we are Young Movie stars I'm ridin' round, smoking good, music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh) Oh-oh-oh, now I just stunt on my own Bitches ain't say shit to me but now they won't leave me alone Used to walk the other way But now they all come to my home And they calling my phone 'Cause my paper is long Nothing, they singing my songs Get hired up, if they want Then I bring them along We flying up Now you want me to take it all off Want me to take it all off Tell a bitch I'ma' ball And I'ma' buy a new crib for my niggas in all 'Cause I remember days we'd sit and pictured it all Nigga swear I'd leave or pictured I'd fall Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I'm a star 'Cause we are Young, gifted, not to mention out here making muthafucking millions Yeah, I said it, muthafucking millions Got my money up, I'm in the building I'm ridin' round, smoking good, music up loud Gotta' do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own I'm in a race, and taking the winner's place No foot on the brakes One the best, homie that's what they call me It's lonely at the top, got no company so Now I just stunt on my own Now I just stunt on my own

Yeah It's Young Khalifa man, Curren$y the Hot Spitta Look in the mirror man, ask yourself one thing How Fly, yeah Foot on the gas, I'm fast living, picture me I ain't have no pot to piss in now im checking bags Chief and hash with politicans, helicopter pads Some hoes to get to know and hella Zags, no tags I ain't one to brag, but if you ain't trying to hear About the money drugs and women then I ain't one to ask Smoke so much that I'm going brain dead Hoes mad at me cause my phone off until my plane land I tell her whoa, slow down baby The Spitta with me, it's enough to go round lady You drive by, I give her wings Redbull and Jim buckets A couple of paper planes Broadcasting my name over Internet airwaves Bitches hear me on Twitter put my music on there Myspace pages, yeah If you smoke then roll up and play this Me and Hot Spitta come where the planes is She said she wants to sip Clicquot on my living room floor Smoke weed hang with other famous people I know Gain access to exculsive places I go Lavish and dangerous, this the life I chose But I wouldn't change it for nothing Sex, money and drugs, runways, sports cars, and luggage Better to be somebody for one day Then to be a nobody for your whole life so fuck it Yeah get the cork out the bottles Put the purp in the easy wider Spitta in the house, hide your lighters, I take 'em A case of mistaken identity My bad fool I could of swore I brought this one in with me In the cinnamon interior Not tinted early 80's box Chevy with a Crate engine Hijacking your women, you left her unattended Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Fly when I'm on that liqour The way of the samauri, I got my chi centered Sharp as blades, these bars I lay Forever the player and never played I slay them bitches I never save Bomb ass trees they get blazed Palm trees we use them for the shade What else can I say I got it made Like I had it built, Taylor Gang or get killed, yeah