I, I don't know what you heard about me

But Ima tell you this once, baby

You fooling yourself if you think

Ima fall for material things

I could tell that you really want me

Got my own money

I could buy anything

So if you tryna holla at me

Gotta understand one thing

If I told you once, I told you twice

It's gonna take more than money

So come at me right

I ain't your little groupies

Who be

Impressed by your jewelry

Fendi, Prada, Gucci

That ain't nothing to me

Believe that, baby

If I want it, I cop it

I'm in and out them banks all the time

Making deposits

If I choose to be with you

It ain't gone be for your pockets

Its gone be for the things you can't buy

I promise

Look, I ain't that typa girl

You always tryna take home

Ima different breed in a league of my own

So don't step to me if you tryna control

Look, I'm just being real

If you with it, lets go

I, I don't know what you heard about me

But Ima tell you this once, baby

You fooling yourself if you think

Ima fall for material things