Bag of money (feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill & T-Pain)
[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