Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw
Vocals
Billy Mason
Billy Mason
Drums
Bob Minner
Bob Minner
Acoustic Guitar
Brett Warren
Brett Warren
Harmonica
Byron Gallimore
Byron Gallimore
Electric Guitar
Darran Smith
Darran Smith
Electric Guitar
David Dunkley
David Dunkley
Percussion
Dean Brown
Dean Brown
Fiddle
Denny Hemingson
Denny Hemingson
Steel Guitar
Jeff McMahon
Jeff McMahon
Hammond Organ
Jimmy Nichols
Jimmy Nichols
Piano
John Marcus
John Marcus
Bass
Russell Terrell
Russell Terrell
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brett James
Brett James
Songwriter
Joey Moi
Joey Moi
Songwriter
Chad Kroeger
Chad Kroeger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim McGraw
Tim McGraw
Producer
Byron Gallimore
Byron Gallimore
Producer
Darran Smith
Darran Smith
Producer
Casey Lewis
Casey Lewis
Assistant Recording Engineer
Erik Lutkins
Erik Lutkins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Hank Williams
Hank Williams
Mastering Engineer
Sara Lesher
Sara Lesher
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Steve Churchyard
Steve Churchyard
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I spent fifteen hundred dollars on your damn dog's collar
Put new spinners on you escalate
I swear I almost started crying
When you brought up being' diamonds
Lord I'm spending more than I'm getting paid
You got more purses than Versace
Got more rings that Liberace
Fill your closes full of fancy shoes
All my credit cards are Cooking
Girl you don't know what your putting' me through
It's a business doing pleasure, a business doing pleasure with you
You got me walking' past the fellas
Holdin' drinks with pink umbrellas
On some island that I can't even spell
Then we slide over to Gucci
Right before we go for sushi
That's a version of my personal hell
You just spent all day long trying on Louis Vitton
There's a thousand things that I'd rather do
Lord my mom would beat me senseless
If she saw what I was spending on you
It's a business doing pleasure, a business doing pleasure with you
You gonna break my bank before too long
I'm taking out a loan
But when you turn your kind of loving' on
Honey I just can't say no, no no no no no no
You gonna break my bank before too long
I'm running out of dough
But when you turn you kind of magic on
Honey I just can't say no, no no no
Maybe I'll play the stock market
Put some money in my pocket
Ain't no telling what your gonna need next
I need to steal a Sherman tank
Just to break into a bank
I pray to God this song will be a success
All my buddies think it's funny
'Cause I'm spending all my money
On some honey like there's something to prove
Cause for a little of your loving
There ain't nothing much that I wouldn't do
It's a business doing pleasure, a business doing pleasure with you
No no no no
It's a business doing pleasure, a business doing pleasure with you
Written by: Brett James, Chad Kroeger, Joey Moi
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