Lights, cameras, stars, crowds, noise, after sets
Cell phones, internet, vegas bets, private jets
Limousine chauffeurs, all of that, money, clothes
And (oh) diamonds, cars, rims, shining

None of this compares to what I see in you

Materials don't mean a thing to me
Girl you are the world to me
If I had to pick a favorite thing
It would easily be my baby
Materials don't mean a thing to me
If I lost you lady, and I'd go crazy
And I wouldn't have anything

Black cars, fly homes, condos with the chefs, personal assistants
Corporate, real estate, yachts that will take you far away to islands
Whites wonder low, Costa Rica, Mexico

Girl, none of this compares to what I see in you

Materials don't mean a thing to me
Girl you are the world to me
If I had to pick a favorite thing
It would easily be my baby
Materials don't mean a thing to me
If I lost you lady, and I'd go crazy
And I wouldn't have anything

Loving without you, you make me wealthy
I'm all about you, so special to me
I turned off the phone, spent time alone
I don't want to be selfish
Girl, you're the one
I put you above all the superficial things

Materials don't mean a thing to me
Girl you are the world to me
If I had to pick a favorite thing
It would easily be my baby
Materials don't mean a thing to me
If I lost you lady, and I'd go crazy
And I wouldn't have anything

Materials don't mean a thing to me
Girl you are the world to me
If I had to pick a favorite thing
It would easily be my baby
Materials don't mean a thing to me
If I lost my lady, And I would not have anything

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Dontae Winslow, Myron Avant