Feel Good lyrics

[Intro: Tony Yayo, 50 Cent, & Lloyd Banks)
(YAYO!!) Yeah man, you know, you know like the cars
You know the foreign cars - European cars (Yeah)
The jewellery - you know what I'm sayin (Yeah)
The big homes, we do all this sh*t for the b*tches
When you really think about it man
(Ha-ha-ha-ha!) Even down to the shape-up to the sneakers man
(You know how it goes, money hoes and clothes)
You know my motto though man (It's still M.O.B. though)
(What's your motto?) Listen...

[Hook: Tony Yayo]
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes (Man I don't love 'em man)
("I'm in love again") I keep sayin', I don't love these hoes
I keep sayin' I don't love these hoes, but she make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") b*tch you make me feel ("GOOD")
Ma you make me feel ("GOOD") Miss you make me feel ("GOOD")
Girl you make me feel ("GOOD") Girl you make me feel ("GOOD")

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]
My Cavalli b*tch stay in L.A
And my Prada mami live in B.K. (Ha Ha!)
You know my Chloe ho, she hold a fo'-fo'
Buy her a bag, she ride it like a rodeo
I miss my Fendi chick - used to be a Wendy's b*tch
I had to supersize her; now she lookin' proper
The price of good pus*y ain't always worth it
It can make you insane or get you murdered
And shorty layin' on her back while your blowin' trial
So don't trust a big butt and a smile (Naaah!)
And shorty layin' on her back while you're blowin' trial
So don't trust a big butt and a smile, you heard me? (Ah-uh, Ah-uh)
[Hook: Tony Yayo]

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Special - I'm a special kind of n*gga
Look at my life, baby girl; everything's bigger
The stash is bigger; my cash is bigger
Your friend's cute, but you for me - see your ass is bigger
I'm into bigger things; me, I like bigger sh*t
A n*gga stunt in front of me, I buy a bigger whip
The beef pop off, I'm lettin' off a bigger clip
We swallow champagne; them n*ggas takin' little sips
I f*cked a wack b*tch; she said I had a little di*k
She had a big pus*y, real, real big, kid
I buy big cribs; man I fly on big jets
Motherf*cker, I am as big as being big gets

[Hook: Tony Yayo]

[Verse 3: Lloyd Banks]
They say, "Banks I love you," and I say I love me too
They throwin' it right at me; what the f*ck am I 'posed to do?
Return her to a [?] and a couple are overdue
When I'm done what I do, I'm dumpin' 'her on the crew
And this is e'ryday - won't stop till I'm old and grey
I drop in the M.I.A.; pop when I'm on my stay
Shop, then I'm on my way; first class to the A
I got a show later today; a small paper to play
I'm too grown for rookie sh*t, too covered to get pus*y whipped
Keep a extra b*tch around in case you want her pus*y licked
That I'll never do; that's inedible
I got somethin' better boo; my pipe game incredible
[Hook: Tony Yayo]

[Verse 4: Young Buck]
She calls me daddy, carries my Louis Vutton luggage
Frank Miller's my wrist and she's usin your money
These round-trip flights, dinners at Benihana's
I call in more b*tches than Isiah Thomas and she love it
Them other hoes hate her, and plus her head game is better than Fantasia
Shawty I don't love you, I'm just feelin' good
I know I said I'd buy it, did you think I really would?
You know I'm still hood, six o'clock Jack in a Box
With your b*tch at the drive-thru, you know how I do
So let's ride boo, we 'gon see
I be Brad Pitt, you be Angelina Jolie, or Jay-Z and B, ha ha!

[Hook: Tony Yayo]