Material Girl 2000 Lyrics - Power Of The Dollar - 50 Cent

If a bitch don't like me 

Somethin' wrong with the bitch (fuck that bitch) 

Why... oh why... why... you wanna fuck with me now? 

Yo Dave, that shit come with the game baby, the money, you know 

thats how the shit work, you know what I'm sayin' 

they supposed to love me now baby 

I'm doin' it now baby 

hahahaha 

(Chorus) 

Girl, what makes you wanna fuck with me now? 

I've been wantin' to fuck wit' you for quite a while 

Is the money makin' you wanna fuck with me? 

The money gonna make you sell your soul 

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(Verse One) 

Whoa... if money's gonna make me slam these hoes... then alright 

Whattup Shorty, I ain't seen you in many moons 

talk to me, how's life been treatin' you? good I hope 

you got a smile that only a fool would forget 

and a figure that'll leave a nigga droolin' and shit 

There I was, kickin' my game, pickin' her brain 

buggin' 'cause a while back I met this bitch 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 shit 

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 nigga, 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 bitch is tryin' to G me. 

Photos 

(Chorus) 

(Verse Two) 

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 niggas fucked 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 shit 

I love my lifestyle, you too, you love it 

that I could blow Twenty Thousand and think nothin' of it 

know you wouldn't fuck with me if I had no ends 

probably wouldn't fuck 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 Three) 

One thing you can always count on is change 

and a rich nigga to come put shit 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 niggas can't eat this year 

got your bitch breakin' her neck to peep this here 

c'mon... uh huh... c'mon 

(Chorus - repeat 2X) 

Fuck you bitch! leave me alone, walk on... get the fuck on... 

Yo, Shorty... tell your friends ya'll ain't fuckin' with us... 

aww man... look... he ain't mean that shit... 

c'mon thats just records... niggas is playin'... 

we wasn't serious and shit...