Paradise - Materialistic (feat. OTWT Shawn) [Remix] Lyrics

She keep talking to me about her old nigga he should try new things
I can tell by the way that she looking at me that she trynna do things
I can tell by the way that she looking at me that she want some D
I can tell by the way that she looking at me that she want some me
They be like Dice, when you gonna drop? So many people waiting on my shit
Been a long wait, but I been great
Swear to God I been working ever since
I'd rather make dollars I'm not making sense (cents).
Know it is my life you can't comprehend
And I swear to God that I don't need friends
And I swear to God this life is a frenzy, woah, for real, for real
Smoking weed for the thrill while I give your bitch chills.
Tint on the windshield
I'm breaking the seal
Bitch we got the Nine Tails
And we aiming for the kill
Pulling up Black Hyundai finna upgrade to a Tesla
When I do I'mma keep it swear to God, I'll never sell it
It's gonna sit at my big Estate, might park it by the biggest gate
F*cked your bitch she was my dinner plate
She is for the team you are too late
Too late, so get the f*ck out my way
And I do not f*ck with none of these niggas
All of these niggas be lames
And I do not give a f*ck about these bitches
They bringing up my name
And I do not give a f*ck about that hoe, that hoe really ashamed
So that is on her
I'm stacking my chips
Not worried bout her's (Herr's)
Not worried bout her's (Herr's)
Not worried bout her's (Herr's)
Not worried bout her's (Herr's)
Not worried bout her's ooh, it's Dicey
Hit the bitch now she like me
Bought her food she pricey
I keep the shit hot like tamale
But I'm botta holla at Molly
And that lil bitch got too much mileage
Everything happens all in good timing
Paradise back and he changing the climate
Can't be a noodle cause niggas be ramen
Kiddy like doodles they be doodle bobbing
I'm bout to see wassup with her she eyeing
Looking for treasure I bet I'mma find it
Not one for tyranny no not at all
But she do whatever I say like I'm Simon
I'mma sit back and just weigh out my options
Notification that shawty is typing
Why everybody gotta judge?
They make fun of my car
Work so hard for the shit so I, I'm gonna take it far.
I ain't worried bout it - I ain't worried bout a damn thing
If you could get off my dick please
Only so much that could go around
I'm a King and this shit is my crown
Say I'm leaving she making a frown
And I never grew up with allowance
In my crib I'mma build me a lounge.
In the dark but we looking for light
Used to want her but she not my type
Lately I feel like cutting some ties
What's the point if you brining me down?
Came a long way from playing curve ball on the pavement, life got crazy
Used to sell chips in my high school hallway
Was better than drugs, so f*ck it I'll take it.

I never gave a f*ck about a nigga that's facts
Like nigga get your bitch, said she like it like that
Like a nigga put it in, I had her screaming like that
Hit a homerun in your bitch, said she like how I bat
Wake up to a Benz, start the car vroom vroom
On my way to your girl crib, driving zoom zoom
When you show up at the crib all you hear is boom boom
We both see you looking at us then I know it's doom doom
Had to run away, you ain't catching me
Now back to the wheel had to dip bye bitch
All this shit from the dome, I ain't talking mosh pits
Switch it up, no nigga I ain't talking light switch
On some dumb shit feeling like a person whose glitched
Told Dice this shit hot, put me on the remix
Where I'm going after this, prolly chill with your bitch.
Oouie that shit cray
Oouie that shit cray
Oouie that shit cray
Oouie that shit cray
Only thing you hear is when I'm playing your bitch
Why she calling me babe, you are not my bitch
So don't call my phone then i block oh shit
Really lied to her face said I loved her I don't
Woah Woah I'm dizzy
Woah Woah she sticky
Woah Woah no kizzy
Woah Woah gotta blast
Wake up in the morning say my prayer then dip
I'm just going bout my life, gotta like how I live
Too much fun with the shit I f*cking feel like a kid
Still grown and shit with a f*cking x-mas list
Why the f*ck I keep doing that?
Why the f*ck I keep doing that?
Why the f*ck I keep doing that?
Why the f*ck - I don't know)
Nigga in his bag I think I'm feeling elite
I think she in her bag I f*cking like how she eat
Feeling nervous as shit, had to make a nigga leap
Drove home with a smile phone rung, I was sleep
Who the f*ck is calling
Who the f*ck - stop calling
Who the f*ck keep calling
Who the f*ck on my dick
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Had to keep it that way stop smiling and shit
Say I'm driving to the crib I'mma call you right back
Throw my shit in the wheel, never call, its neck.

Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum. Dayum that shit hard.