Rick Ross feat. T-Pain & Wale & Meek Mill - Bag Of Money | Текст песни

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• Rick Ross feat. T-Pain & Wale & Meek Mill
• Bag Of Money

[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