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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 (?) for Swedish models marvellous newest 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
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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 And still the only wanna do is mis(?) to me 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 and Hyatt 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 Why MC em where I be later Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Till the death huh, 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 clean broke down so she need makeup(??) Straight smoke when the team wake up green lean mink up They down nigga rep they town do it like a wet dream with a clean wake up Those niggas need bucks stay close (??) 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 & they pay respects, dollar sign Pi Pay my cuts, Straight up
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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 them all apart First time she slipped them drawers off I let her whip the (?) Getting money different ways Gripping chips and whipping blades Tipsy off of drizzy yeah we mixed it with that lemonade Yeah I guess them (?) made Swagger on a frightening level Red bitch on my arm shining like a bright Lambizzle Tell you what we bout to do cop you that look bout and 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 beemin' 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 (?) was slackin' Felt that money hollaback Damn she says she's soaking wet I'll be thinking 'bout counting money every time I'm stroking that
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