Materialistic Lyrics

Uh, yo

The goat is back

Let's go

I'm all about material, I'm all about them cerials

I murder competition, they come for me I go serial

I link with drizzy drake, in his mansion in Ontario

I pull up that new new, shiny rims, and pink interior

Really pretty, really fly, now they callin' me a vireo

They was all haters my guy, now they watching all my videos

I aint talkin' captain crunch, but I'm eating all these cereals

Eat these rap niggas for lunch they gone need more than a miracle

With my LV purse, I walk up in the store

Which one do I pick? Eenie Meenie Miney Moe

And they all up on my dick, I should call them niggas whores

When he fly me to Paris, I be tellin' them bonjour

What the fuck is this? This nigga got an issue

Well I got time today, is you needing me to diss you?

What the hell is this? Does this nigga have a problem?

They playin' Gangsta Barbie and I'm turning up the volume

Bounce it, Bounce it, Clap it, Clap it

Niggas know they'll never tap it

They all talk but never acting

Stunt on bitches with my Patek

Bussin' bitches, automatic

Coming out they asthmatic

Haters say I'm charismatic

Haters been Taffy fanatics

When I come out they want drop shit

I'll press his head to my glock, bitch

You can try but you can't stop shit

Go call the plumber cause you stop shit

I heard that diss, you should trash that

I'll come and put you in that trash bag,

I wear designer in that fash mag,

Paparazzi snap a photo, I dont flash back

With my fendi bra, i step up in yo hood

Whether men are straight or gay, can't deny i'm looking good

I be steppin on they throats, as a bad bitch like me should

I don't need to damn assignment, cause its what i understood

What the fuck is this?

They thinking they regina?

Got diamonds in my cubans i'm not talkin' bout Marina

What the fuck is this?

They can't see me like John Cena

They streaming numbers dry, like they numbers got excema

These niggas on the gram dancing with the ass pads

Stop it cause you got no ass, swerving right I'm hittin pass

Tell them step they weight up, cause they really gettin ate up

Every track I keep on saving, every track i'm louis lane-ing

When I come out they want drop shit

I'll press his head to my glock, bitch

You can try but you can't stop shit

Go call the plumber cause you stop shit

I heard that diss, you should trash that

I'll come and put you in that trash bag

I wear designer in that fash mag

Paparazzi snap a photo, I dont flash back

I don't aim to please you stupid ass niggas

Ya'll niggas don't oay my motherfucking bills

I pay for everything on my motherfucking own

Step ya dicks up!

Get like me, nigga!

Y'all niggas can't get like me, but wanna get at me right? ight