Dame Grease - Money Make Me Feel Better lyrics

[Produced by Dame Grease] [Intro] Only one thing make me feel better man Bread, cheese, chavo Whatever the f** you wanna' call it [Verse 1] I run circles around rap n***as, bring 'em on This the anthem b**h, why don't you sing along? In the store I'm the one to call Threw some plans around, there's a new mayor in town Max Bloomberg baby, grease got the good goon music Fire up the goon sh**, ouu sh** You offended me homes, you're injury prone When guns pops get the f** off the phone I done stepped my sh** up another notch k**ers been dead, he gon' need another box She covered in rock like Eskimo Ten bricks left to do, my n***as gain green like vegetables I get next to you if you lose me and even with your j**elry I never let the n***a out do me, n***a better stick to the movie You's a trick and drag, tell Jim he can kiss my a**, ow [Hook] Money make me feel so, so, money make me feel so better Mami like it real slow, slow Won't nothing stop me from getting this cheddar Them n***as is coming real close, close I said this rap sh** getting me fed up My n***as they got (?) [Verse 2] You see, here's where it all boils down to You can keep the public sh**, I'mma keep the other sh** I be on some other sh** real state stock got (?) Your honor I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth Silver Bimmer with the blue tooth It's a new coupe, it's a new loop, got it sitting all clean And I cop the sh** a new boost, nice 90 was the price, that's the third car I only paid once, four chicks, three blunts, f** 'em all Like a pimp I be, I'm the illest n***a in NYC, ow I got the best hooks, best hooks b**hes say I got the best co*k and it's hard like text book I'mma strike upon the with the vengeance, fill you with some holes May Father God bless your soul Caught this n***a head like the X and O I'm next to blow, b**h do it again, double check the hoe Double decker flows, they can heat up, keep my feet up Cross the first line, get beat up, oww [Hook]