Find My Love (feat. Nas & Amy Winehouse)

Hey, oh Yeah Hey, oh I'm feeling good, like I should, but, yo Got money on my mind But I still can't find my love Got money on my mind But I still can't find my love Dear past, present, and future, The rappin' Fela Kuti Pockets fat like ya booty, I love it when it's juicy So meet me at Sweet Chick, The private booth You got that mac-n-cheese, I swear you're lovin' the truth Sundays were made for me and you Farmer's market, play the pool Curl up on the couch, Watch a documentary or two Smoke curl around my mouth, Exhale then put it out Don't wanna go out, I need a girl up in this house Oops... correction I need a woman that know Peace of mind's a real bag A true love I never had So what the hell am I lookin' for? Someone who's not bossy and not insecure Your smile could cure cancer, Your frown could start a world war Somebody to join me while I'm sitting at the shore, sure Yo, I got money on my mind But I still can't find my love, yeah I got money on my mind But I still can't find my love Sexy in her clothes, Can't wait to get them off Lames slide in your DMs, We laughin' at them boys Comfortable in the Benz, You comfortable while I make ends Not the jealous type, You comfortable in ya own skin Funny now, they wanna hear from me, weird Been away six years, The kid is still hungry Runnin' through these courses of life, Divorced the ex-wife Made more money, I'm doin' more than alright Alright, try to figure why am I the guy they can't get rid of I saw friends come to an abrupt end, I'm outspoken Yeah, hella money on my mind But I still can't find my love No love, Amy Yeah Yeah, Virgo ting, man Salaam! Yeah... But I still can't find my love (It's a mood right here) But I still can't find my love (It's a mood)