Bag Of Money Lyrics - Rick Ross

[Rick Ross: Chorus] 

My b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

That b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

I go and get it and I let her count it for me 

I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me 

My b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

That b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

I go and get it and I let her count it for me 

I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me 

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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 

[Rick Ross: Chorus] 

My b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

That b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

I go and get it and I let her count it for me 

I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me 

My b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

That b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

I go and get it and I let her count it for me 

I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me 

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[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 missin' 

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 

[Rick Ross: Chorus] 

My b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

That b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

I go and get it and I let her count it for me 

I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me 

My b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

That b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

I go and get it and I let her count it for me 

I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me 

[Meek Mill] 

My b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

E'rry time she f-ck 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 f-cking with me the long way 

She gon' ride this d! ck I had a long day 

Nigga look at my b! tch you looking the wrong way 

Something mean, look exactly just like the song say 

[Rick Ross: Chorus] 

My b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

That b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

I go and get it and I let her count it for me 

I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me 

My b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

That b! tch bad looking like a bag of money 

I go and get it and I let her count it for me 

I f-ck 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 

F-ck her good, make her call me in the morning