Bag Of Money

(Intro : Rick Ross)

Money over everything

Self made

But right now shorty

You looking like money

I'm talking 'bout real money

(Chorus : Rick Ross)

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That bitch bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That bitch bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

(Bridge : Rick Ross)

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment

I only kiss her when she on it

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

(Chorus : Rick Ross)

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That bitch bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That bitch bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

(Wale : Verse)

Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga

I can teach you, 'til you hate me but you hate them naval kisses

We can do like 8 positions

Hit it til your make up missing

Baby girl my stroke official

And you know I paint that picture

Hoes on my line, most of ‘em 9′s

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

And I ain't always on the prowl its 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

Yeah George 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 I’m ‘posed to praise you up

Don’t mean I aint ‘posed to take you down

Word up

(Chorus : Rick Ross)

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That bitch bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That bitch bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

(Verse : Meek Mill]

My bitch bad looking like a bag of money

Er'time 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 fo'real, just pick up that phone

Call up one of your girls

When I’m on that pill and I pop that purp

Girl I put in that work

Long as she calling me first

It's 14 racks when I put on that purse

Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad

When I murk through pass in that dark blue jazz

She like my style but I talk too fast

And I got that drive and she just might crash

Hold up

She say she fucking 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)

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That bitch bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

That bitch bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

(Bridge : Rick Ross)

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment

I only kiss her when she on it

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning