Bag of Money

My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money

That bitch bad lookin 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, lookin like a bag of money

That bitch bad, lookin 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 mornin

My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money

That bitch bad lookin 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 lookin like a bag of money

That bitch bad lookin 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 wit a nigga

I could teach you till you hate me, bet you hate them navel kisses

We can do like eight positions, head until that makeup missin

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

Ho's on the line, most of em nines

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

And I aint always on the prowl,

Its just my soda mixed wit 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, hustle, get yours, you know what dis about

I just might throw a big amount,

Dont know if im supposed to take you out

I just know that im supposed to praise you up, dont mean i aint supposed to take you down,

Word up

(Rick Ross)

My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money

That bitch bad lookin 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 lookin like a bag of money

That bitch bad lookin 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

(Meek Mill)

My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money

Everytime she fuck me she says can I have some money

I say can I get a threesome, she says boy you funny

But I be like for real just pick up that phone call up one of your girls

When Im on that pill and I pop that purp, girl I put in that work

Long as she come to me first, its fourteen racks what I put on that purse

Shit that birken bag make that old dude mad

When I murk through passed in a dark blue jag

Say she like my style but I talk too fast

And I got that drive and she might just crash

Hold up

She say she fuckin wit me the long way

She goin ride this dick I had a long day

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

Somethin mean, look exactly just like the song say

(Rick Ross)

My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money

That bitch bad lookin 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 lookin like a bag of money

That bitch bad lookin 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