Bag Of Money Songtext
[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
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
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]
Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can teach you, till 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 aint 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
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
[Meek Mill]
My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
E'rry 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 foreal, 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
Its 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?
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
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
F-ck her good, make her call me in the morning
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
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
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]
Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can teach you, till 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 aint 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
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
[Meek Mill]
My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
E'rry 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 foreal, 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
Its 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?
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
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
F-ck her good, make her call me in the morning
Ross, Rick / Cooke, Shamann / Akintemehin, Olubowale / Williams, Robert / Najm, Faheem
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