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Bag of Money

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Intro: Rick Ross & T-Pain

M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music

Money over everything (Yay, aw)

"Self Made", but right now shawty (Yeah, ay)

You looking like money (Yeah, ay)

I'm talking 'bout real money, hah (M-M-Maybach Music)

(Yeah) Yeah

Chorus: Rick Ross & T-Pain

(Oh) My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Oh)

That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Yay)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Yay)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Ooh, she bad)

My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money

She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad

That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money

She bad bad bad, she bad, oh

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Oh)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (She ride it for me)

Post-Chorus: Rick Ross, Rick Ross & T-Pain, T-Pain

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment

I only kiss her when she on it (Ooh, when she on it)

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning, hah (Ooh)

Chorus: Rick Ross & T-Pain

(Oh) My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Oh)

That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Yay)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Yay)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Ooh, she bad)

My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money

She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad

That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money

She bad bad bad, she bad, oh

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Oh)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (She ride it for me)

Verse 1: Wale

Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga

I can tease you 'til you hate me, bet you hate them navel kisses

We can do like eight positions, hit it 'til your make-up missin'

Baby girl, my stroke official, and you know I paint that picture

Hoes on my line (Word up) most of 'em 9s (Word up)

Couple of 'em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

And I ain't always on the prowl, it's just my soda mixed with brown

Got me quite open for a while, so let me in or let me out

And I like my marijuana bright, and I like my window tinted out

Shout out them strippers who hustle

Get yours, you know what this about

I just might throw a big amount

Don’t know if I'm 'posed to take you out

I just know that I'm 'posed to praise you up

Don’t mean I ain't 'posed to take you down, word up

Chorus: Rick Ross & T-Pain

(Oh) My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Oh)

That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Yay)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Yay)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Ooh, she bad)

My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money

She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad

That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money

She bad bad bad, she bad, oh

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Oh)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (She ride it for me)

Verse 2: Meek Mill

My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money

E'ry time she fuck me, she say, "Can I have some money?"

And I say, "Can I get a threesome?" She say, "Boy, you funny"

But I be like, "For real

Just pick up that phone, call up one of your girls"

When I'm on that pill and I pop that Perc, girl, I put in that work

Long as she come to me first

It's fourteen racks what I put on that purse

Shit, that Birkin bag make her old dude mad

When I murk through, passed in that dark blue Jag'

Say she like my style but I talk too fast

And I got that drive and she just might crash

Hold up, she say she fuckin' with me the long way

She gon' ride this dick, I had a long day

Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

Chorus: Rick Ross & T-Pain

(Oh) My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Oh)

That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Yay)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Yay)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Ooh, she bad)

My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money

She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad

That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money

She bad bad bad, she bad, oh

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Oh)

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (She ride it for me)

Post-Chorus: Rick Ross, Rick Ross & T-Pain, T-Pain

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment

I only kiss her when she on it (Ooh, when she on it)

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning, hah (Ooh)

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