She fucking loves money

(Intro – low drone, slide guitar screaming, slow stomp beat)
Yeah…
This ain’t a love song.
It’s a fuckin’ warning.

(Verse 1 – snarled vocal, gritty drawl)
She walked in smellin’ like trouble and cheap perfume
Eyes cold as a graveyard under a half-lit moon
Said I was “special,” said I was “the one”
While my buddy down the bar was buyin’ her another fuckin’ round
She don’t touch, she don’t kiss, she don’t feel a thing
Just counts your wallet while she pulls your strings
Calls it flirtin’, calls it fate
Two grown men feedin’ her appetite

(Pre-Chorus – tension rising, backing vocals rough)
We were swingin’ fists over borrowed lies
While she watched us burn with dead fuckin’ eyes

(Chorus – loud, angry, chant-ready)
She don’t want dick, she wants money
She don’t love men, she loves somethin’ shiny
Two dumb assholes, same damn bait
She drains your soul then she walks away
She’ll say your name like it means somethin’
Then rob you blind like it’s nothin’
Yeah she don’t want love, she wants cash
And she laughs while your whole world cracks

(Guitar Riff – thick, dirty southern crunch)

(Verse 2 – more aggressive, almost shouting)
Saw her ridin’ clean in his brand-new truck
Same fake smile, same fake “luck”
She ain’t confused, she ain’t scared
She’s cold-blooded, she’s fuckin’ prepared
She’ll let you dream, let you drown
While she’s stackin’ green and skip-town bound
We fought like dogs, bled like fools
She played us both like fuckin’ tools

(Pre-Chorus – shouted)
We blamed each other, never her
That’s how the con always fuckin’ works

(Chorus – repeat, heavier)
She don’t want dick, she wants money
She don’t give a shit if it’s you or me
Two sad bastards, one slick scam
She counts our pain like a business plan
She’ll whisper lies, stay real sweet
Till your bank account’s six feet deep
Yeah she don’t want love, she wants cash
And she don’t look back when your heart goes smash

(Guitar Solo – long, unhinged, bending strings like a scream)

(Bridge – breakdown, dark spoken word)
Ain’t mad she played the game
Mad we thought she felt the same
She don’t fuck men, she fucks numbers
Leaves behind broke hearts and broken brothers

(Drums crash back in hard)

(Final Chorus – double length, gang vocals)
She don’t want dick, she wants money
She don’t bleed, she don’t feel nothin’
Two fools buried under pride
While she walks free, fuckin’ fine
She’ll take your trust, take your name
Then act shocked when you feel the pain
Yeah she don’t want love, she wants cash
And we’re just another fuckin’ aftermath

(Outro – slow fade, slide guitar crying)
Two men broke…
One woman rich…
Same damn lie.
Men verses money…. Men always lose.

Wild, snarling classic-rock fury with soaring vocals, bluesy riffs, blazing solos, and raw outlaw attitude., rock