Better Than Love (Money Feel Better)

[Intro: Elcamino]
Uh, I still say money feel better than love, huh
Uh, I still say— yo, yo

[Verse 1: Elcamino]
I told myself and then I went and showed myself
You see, I ran it up quick, it's the least I owed myself
Invest in yourself, my nigga, that's how you hold your wealth
For the love of your children, that's who you owe yourself to
I was dealt a bad hand, that's how my cards were shuffled
Flaws and all, except that these women tell me my scars perfection
On defence, this gun'll blow off a large intestine
If the beef's stickin' this on your head, wе offer extra
You can't check mе, I'm awkward, I box lefty
They should just give me a GRAMMY 'cause my shit rock heavy
They mad 'cause I'm rich off some shit that they not
When I give 'em head starts 'cause niggas is not ready
I built up my empire, I see you niggas inspired
I'm grinding just so when I turn thirty I could retire
But I won't, shit, I'll prolly be thirty spitting that fire
With a bad bitch like Cuban Link boosted my high-up
Off of me, everything in the world, you still couldn't buy us
We can post up in they hood and they still wouldn't try it
Every time a body drop, I'm saying "Hi" to a pilot
What type of foreign I'm driving? I still ain't decide it
I feel as though these niggas ain't real as they rhyming
Remember rocking Goodwill shit, heating up ramen
Some niggas really be on they shit, that's just the timing
I hold up my wrist and it flash, that's just the diamonds, uh

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
There was a chandelier hanging over the whip (Yeah, yeah)
In the dealership, when I saw that bitch, so I bought that bitch
Quick trip to the rim shop, had to Air Force this bitch
Sun came out, dropped the top, no bra on this bitch
Dude, Carters broaden my whip so raw he was sick
That's a shame, don't get tagged a lame
Hearts follow the leader, my nigga, on the money train
It's all fun and games 'til them niggas came
Windows rolled down, shots rang
Lessons taught, dead niggas ain't learn a thing
I'm drunk off champagne, long way from hunger pains
Eastside, they know the slang, Chevy on gold things
Vintage Mercedes, gullwing, Styles part play low, man (Yeah)

[Chorus: Elcamino]
I still say—
I can still say—
Yeah, I still say—
Huh, I still say—
Huh, I still say money feel better than love
I still say— (Oh-oh)
I can still say—
I still say— (Yo)

[Verse 3: Elcamino]
I came from public housing, sleeping on people couches
Pork and beans on the stove top, wearing each other outfits
Way back, way before all these new rappers was even out yet (Wasn't even out)
They was texting my jack, "Where you at?" when they needed ounces
I just needed an outlet (The plug), uh
I gotta break out the habit of showing love to people that changed
I just think the person they was, I guess it come with success (I guess)
Everybody can't come, some may get left, dah ha
Right off the porch just to sling dope on the steps and we was (Woo)
Hungry like orphans, that's how we got into theft (That's all)
I done stacked me a fortune up, uh
You see how I directed my own orchestra?
I came a long way from just posting up on Mortimer, uh
Buffalo warriors, sure enough
You hear this real shit and feel the euphoria (Feel that shit, nigga), uh
I'm sick of new niggas thinking that they them niggas now (Tell y'all)
Especially the ones who used to go to the store for us

[Outro: Elcamino]
It's all love
We all thugs, we thugs
Give me a hug, fuck it
Roll up a dub, fuck it
Pour something in it
Real shit