Money Feels Better

Chorus: Every day I wake up, all I think is make buck Shawty I would stay but I just gotta get this paper Had you like "Damn, this the best sex ever" Your pussy felt good but my money feels better Your pussy felt good but my money feels better Yes it felt good but my money feels better Your pussy felt good but my money feels better Yes it felt good but my money feels better Los: Hey we ballin' like the Final Four So every night those bottles pour Hand-stitched Italian decor cover those marble floors Nothing borrowed my lifestyle is marveled for Swedish models marvellous newish model Porsche Wine and cheddar, fine leather, vicious shoes And that's what calls all the bitches my nigga this is true They swear the money long and I don't give em shortcake I'd rather pay a lawyer help my niggas beat a court case Then paint the old-school Rolls and paint the rows candy With some arm candy named Rose that's dope as nose candy So have my dough handy or you can see the exit I'm bout my money I gets to it like I GPSed it Please respect it I don't cuff for the homies can holla The only way I chase pussy if it owe me a dollar Yeah I'm married to this cash and I'm real committed So it's money over everything except my will to get it Chorus Cory Gunz: Hey shawty what the biz be If the money weren't wit me would you miss me Let a nigga tell it I better be history Will I ever love her? It's a mystery Texting me till her hands get blistery Instantly all she wanna do is miss the meat She don't wanna cut, she just wanna sense of me, dispose of me You know, dispense of me Can't pimp a pimp coincidentally I'm a running train hit the money mentally In the park gettin higher than a frisbee gone with the wind You know where the kid be Rock star life, with a hot chick In a rap group, where the pop shit YMCM with a B later Till the death I don't know where I'mma be later No favor, please hater Keep peeling that cheddar I'm a cheese grater He dope with his mean fake up And his queen broke down so she need makeup Straight smoke when the team wake up Get the green cake now lean mink up (?) They down they gon rep they town Do it like a wet dream with a clean wake up Los niggas need paid bucks cuz them heat stay close and they need paper Your seats ain't close like they tryna do the most To reach they goals but you just ain't us Well they head ahead if they must I ain't with the day-to-day fuss Till the day I lay and they pay respects Dollar sign Pi, pay my cuts, straight up Chorus Los: Okay I drop her off and then she top me off in that Impala now All I do is beat that pussy up and chase a dollar down I might just rip her bras apart let her rip the mall apart First time she slipped them drawers up off I let her whip the Quattroporte Getting money different ways Gripping chips and whipping blades Tipsy off Patrizzy yeah we mixed it with that lemonade Yeah I guess them figures made Swagger on a frightening level Red bitch on my arm shining like a Breitling bezel Tell you what we bout to do cop you that Louboutin shoe My watch look like a frozen Sprite My chain look like a Mountain Dew Always dreamed of riding fly Watching Beemers driving by Now I'm beamin' riding high While I'm leaning side to side See I be making power moves While you take a power nap Money power pussy dollars Don't respect when cowards slackin' Ain't bout that money? Hollaback Damn she says she's soaking wet I'll be thinking 'bout counting money every time I'm stroking that Chorus