Bag of Money (remix)

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



Credits
Writer(s): Faheem Rasheed Najm, William Leonard Roberts, Olubowale Victor Akintimehin, Robert Rihmeek Williams
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