Feel Good

[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 shit for the bitches

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") Bitch 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 bitch 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 bitch

I had to supersize her; now she lookin' proper

The price of good pussy 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 nigga

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 shit

A nigga 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 niggas takin' little sips

I fucked a wack bitch; she said I had a little dick

She had a big pussy, real, real big, kid

I buy big cribs; man I fly on big jets

Motherfucker, 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 fuck 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 shit, too covered to get pussy whipped

Keep a extra bitch around in case you want her pussy 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 bitches 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 bitch 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]