David Guetta

I devote my life to making that green
Step in my shoes and you know what I mean
I'd feel used but I ain't got no soul, no
Didn't your mama tell you I'm a corporate whore
Corporate whore
Yeah, I'm a corporate whore
Corporate whore
Yeah, I'm a corporate whore
So give me all your money
Then give me some more
Yeah
I take my sound from the Top Forty list
Yeah, hit ctrl+c with a flick of my wrist
Find me a singer who will attract more plays
That's the recipe to how I get paid
Corporate whore
Yeah, I'm a corporate whore
Corporate whore
Yeah, I'm a corporate whore
So give me all your money
Then give me some more
Yeah
I don't need headphones to mix this shit
Because I just hit play as I go
Yeah
Waving my arms around
Ah yeah
Yeah
Pretending I'm doing shit
Ah yeah
Yeah
Headphones clatter to the ground
Ah yeah
Yeah
Crowd don't care, they're loving it
Ah yeah

Corporate whore
Yeah, I'm a corporate whore
Corporate whore
Yeah, I'm a corporate whore
Corporate whore
Yeah, I'm a corporate whore
Corporate whore
Yeah, I'm a corporate whore
So give me all your money
Then give me some more
Yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Llinas, Crystal Llinas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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