Song Lyrics

I, I'll never try that thing again that they call love
(Ayy, pull up Lam')
I can't even lie lately, I been
I, I been caught up in my thoughts shawty
Don't, don't think, don't, don't think I'm changin' on you

Tell 'em crank up the vac
Middle of the street, Hellcat Camaro, we racin' (skrrt, skrrt)
I remember the time when you turned your back on your dawg, I was locked in them cages
Ayy, now I got a bag full of racks, finna call up a jet, take a trip out to Vegas
If rappin' don't work then it's back to the trappin', the kitchen cabinet that would pay us

All these hoes want is cars, clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can't even find love
Out of all them flowers that's gon' grow in the garden, this one blue rose in the garden
My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid

Ayy, ayy, I smoked a pound of some weed in a day
I feel like I need another one
I caught a case for this tool on my waist
But I got out and got me another gun
She kept on tellin' lies to my face
I left when she told me another one
When I look in the mirror, can see no one realer
I sit back and hand me another one
I wanna run it way way up, we gon' stack it tall like the dinosaurs
If you see it and want it, you know you could get it
I buy the things you ain't half afford
Me and Dodo shoppin' in designer stores
Drownin' deep in the water, no divin' board
Shinin' bright like a diamond she can't afford
Every day I be grindin' to get 'em more

All these hoes want is cars, clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can't even find love
Out of all them flowers that's gon' grow in the garden, this one blue rose in the garden
My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid (oh)

I don't care 'bout no money, they bummy
F*ck on that ghetto lil' bitch wearin' Jordans
Ayy, if I catch an opp then I'm scorin'
Let them shots out the carbon, with a lil' tatted foreign
Livin' life 'round the world, bitch, I'm tourin'
Ain't nobody can run to me, I got the monkeys
I done told her one time, I should warn her
A nigga run up then I'm bustin' his dome in (oh)
I don't have a clue why she want me
I should've grindin', got caught up in romance
Tryna come change the climate
I want the Wockhardt put a line in the potion
Call this shit perfect timin'
Patek Phillipe and the Audemar, bitch, it's frozen
Say they looked but can't find me
I'm on the Southside cryin' tears in the ocean

All these hoes want is cars, clothes, VVs, and diamonds
Might be the number one reason dude in the slums can't even find love
Out of all them flowers that's gon' grow in the garden, this one blue rose in the garden
My heart so close to the projects, I just pray they keep it solid (oh)

Tyquain Bowman, William Whittaker

The duration of Materialistic Pain is 2:23 minutes and seconds.