Bag of Money (feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain)
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat 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
Treat her good, make her call me in the morning
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
Temporary forever, levitate with a n****
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 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 ain't 'posed to take you down
Word up
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad looking like a bag of money
E'rry time she f*** 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 on one of your girls
When I'm on that pill and I pop that perc
Girl I put in that work
Long as she come to me first
Its 14 racks what I put on that purse
Shit that Birkin bag, make the 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 just might crash
Hold up
She say she f****** with me the long way
She gon' ride this d*** I had a long day
N**** look at my chick you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat 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
Treat her good, make her call me in the morning
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat 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
Treat her good, make her call me in the morning
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
Temporary forever, levitate with a n****
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 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 ain't 'posed to take you down
Word up
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad looking like a bag of money
E'rry time she f*** 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 on one of your girls
When I'm on that pill and I pop that perc
Girl I put in that work
Long as she come to me first
Its 14 racks what I put on that purse
Shit that Birkin bag, make the 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 just might crash
Hold up
She say she f****** with me the long way
She gon' ride this d*** I had a long day
N**** look at my chick you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I treat 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
Treat her good, make her call me in the morning
Credits
Writer(s): Faheem Rasheed Najm, William Leonard Roberts, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Robert Rihmeek Williams
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
- Power Circle (feat. Rick Ross & Kendrick Lamar)
- Black Magic (feat. Rick Ross)
- This Thing of Ours (feat. Rick Ross & Nas)
- All Birds (feat. French Montana)
- Actin' Up (feat. French Montana)
- Fountain of Youth (feat. Rick Ross & Nipsey Hussle)
- I Be Puttin' On (feat. Wiz Khalifa, French Montana & Roscoe Dash)
- The Zenith (feat. Rick Ross)
- M.I.A.
- Bag of Money (feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain)
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.