Materialistic

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 f*ck 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 f*ck is this? They thinking they regina? Got diamonds in my cubans i'm not talkin' bout Marina What the f*ck 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