BTY Young'N - Materialistic lyrics

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BTY Young'N - Materialistic lyrics

Ryda Muzik motherf**a' Ya know I'm back up in my bag n***a' My n***a' Casey on the beat Look, let me talk my sh** [Chorus] Ain't never was a materialistic individual But when I put my ice on it's something 'bout them visuals Ain't never was a materialistic individual But when I flick up in designer something 'bout them visuals Ain't never was a materialistic individual But when I whip up in that foreign something 'bout them visuals Ain't never was a materialistic individual But I like leather in my sh** and my dash digital [Verse 1] Look, I tell em My chain will give ya brain freeze It's sweeter than the frozen cup Don't even text my pop phone If you ain't talkin' fours or nothing Juvie say i'm chosen, yup And even try to sign me You ain't paid them last people yet Dog don't even remind me We cool and all Hot Boy, but you can't get that on consignment I promise you something and I bet ya you won't find it Came up now n***as wanna be down That branded crap Foreign so retarded gotta park it in the handicap Just got some Beats headphones And a lil' Mac up in my bag A couple stacks up in my bag Lil' b**h i'm back up in my bag Toast a n***a for that bread Ryda Muzik on my snap And if you don't leggo my eggo I got that drain-o on my lap [Chorus] Ain't never was a materialistic individual But when I put my ice on it's something 'bout them visuals Ain't never was a materialistic individual But when I flick up in designer something 'bout them visuals Ain't never was a materialistic individual But when I whip up in that foreign something 'bout them visuals Ain't never was a materialistic individual But I like leather in my sh** and my dash digital [Verse 2] Look, I tell em look I sold rifles, they come from Russia Handguns top shelf foreign Lil' full n***a with the drum clip Can't even tuck it under my Ralph Lauren Every time a n***a hit the strip club It's rainin' shawty it's straight pourin' On the breaking news two bodies found I was in a whole 'nother state tourin' And I used to scramble like Rondo But now i'm juggin' out the bando Now Drako came with six fifty round clips With the pistol grip handle You can f** around and get clapped up I stay strapped up like Rambo On Instagram goin' nuts Doing donuts in the white Lambo Got a red bone with some good credit Like girl she ain't really into guys And the closest a n***a got to commercial Is when she rented from Enterprise n***a coulda' bought a whole Altima But instead I went and got an AP Face royal blue like KC Never switched up like KD Down forty-five [?] Like a quarter [?] bu*terscotch And I ain't gotta tell ya n***a time is money Big business b**h this my other watch I be ridin' round just me and Bird He got the thirty sh** top notch See these diamonds dancing like Michael Jackson Got the vvs playing hopscotch [Chorus] Ain't never was a materialistic individual But when I put my ice on it's something 'bout them visuals Ain't never was a materialistic individual But when I flick up in designer something 'bout them visuals Ain't never was a materialistic individual But when I whip up in that foreign something 'bout them visuals Ain't never was a materialistic individual But I like leather in my sh** and my dash digital

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