50 Cent - Material Girl 2000 remix lyrics

50 Cent F/ Dave Hollister Miscellaneous f** Dat b**h (Fifty talking) If a b**h don't like me Somethin's wrong with the b**h...(f** that b**h) (Dave Hollister singing) Why... oh why... why.you wanna f** with me now? (Fifty talking) Yo Dave, that sh** come with the game baby, the money, you know Thats how this sh** works, you know? They supposed to love me now baby I'm hot now baby, I'm doin' it now Chorus (Dave Hollister singing) Girl, what makes you wanna f** with me now? I've been wantin' to f** wit' you for quite a while Is the money makin' you wanna f** with me? Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes.then alright Verse 1: Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons Talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope, y Ou got a smile that only a fool would forget And a figure that'll leave a n***a droolin' and sh** There I was, kickin' my game Pickin' her brain Buggin' 'cause a while back I met this b**h on the train She wasn't feelin' me, I pulled up, she wouldn't talk from the whip Uptown girl, she feel like thats some chickenhead sh** But on the sidewalk we ain't play games We exchanged numbers and names I went back to the Range I heard her Girlfriend whisperin' "I know that n***a, he rich" She think I got six whips 'cause me and my Man switch Anyway, her name is CeCe She said she go to BMCC Push a '98 328 with chrome BB's She said she seen me in the Onyx video on TV She liked my part the best, man, this b**h is tryin' to G me Chorus Verse 2: It's hard as Hell to find a Girl thats really down for ya Type that'll hold down the Tre pound for ya They into diamonds now, to Hell with pearls These trick n***as f**ed up, they done gave 'em the World Hey Shorty, why you like me? huh? you like the way I spit? Oh, I hit your girlfriend, she told you 'bout the dick? Nah for real, am I the type that you wanna roll wit'? Platinum iced out, got rid of that gold sh** I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it That I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it Know you wouldn't f** with me if I had no ends Probably wouldn't f** in the whip if it wasn't a Benz I guess life looks different through them Shanel tints Man, I don't care if these hoes love me or not Long as I rhyme hot I'm gettin' head in my drop It goes on and on and on and it don't stop Chorus Verse 3: One thing you can always count on is change And a rich n***a to come put sh** in the game Had a 4.0 then Jigga made you trade your Range Would've felt broke if you couldn't get your change Now it's hard to find us or stay behind us While we on the 900 double R Hondas Watch the cats who flip bricks recline in the latest whips While Penetentiaries stay packed with cats who sling packs All these hoes ain't Madonna fans but all across the World You can find a material Girl I sip Dom 'till I earl Take 'em two at a time Quick I get in they mind Have 'em thinkin' they mine Bust off then tell 'em "Bust a Uey, on mo' time" I'm like the reason ya'll n***as can't eat this year Got your b**h breakin' her neck to peep this here C'mon.uh huh... c'mon Chorus 2x (Dave Hollister) f** you b**h! leave me alone, walk on... get the f** on... (Fifty) Yo, Shorty.tell your friends ya'll ain't f**in' with us.aww Man... look... he ain't mean that sh** C'mon thats just records.n***as is playin' We wasn't serious and sh**