Bag Of Money Lyrics - Trey Songz

Trey Songz: 

My bitch bad, my bitch cold 

Young bitch wit ah old soul 

Lesson that she learn cause her momma showed her 

Probably should have hit it when her momma throwed it 

My old bitch but she look young 

Smart bitch but she look dumb 

Yo bitch bored but she look fun 

My white bitch, my black one 

Gold chains my platinum, my skinny girl 

Lil bitty waist, wit her pretty face and dat fat one 

Slow Songs, f-ck Songs, my soul songs, my club songs 

Yuup Songz, whats up Songz, yall niggas never gonna touch Songz 

Bet yo baby momma wanna f-ck Songz 

You seen dat, she feign dat, Giuseppe Zanotti bag 

Addicted to my money and she never go to rehab 

Its full of hundreds if you look up in the bag (up in the bag) 

Like dat, my bitch bad,bad!! 

[Chorus:] 

Oh, oh 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 f-ck her good and shes 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 f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me) 

She got me caught up in the moment, she got me caught up in the moment 

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 and make her call me in the morning 

Oh, oh 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 f-ck her good and shes 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 f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me) 

Wale: 

Temporary forever, levitate wit a nigga 

I can tease you till you hate me, bet you hate them naval kisses 

We can do like eight positions, hit it till yo make up missing 

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

Hoes on my line, most of em nines 

Couple of em dimes, but all my hoes 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 at them strippers who hustle get yours you know what dis about 

I just might throw a big amount, dont know if im pose ta take you out 

I just know dat im pose to praise you up 

Dont mean I aint pose to take you down (Word Up!!) 

[Chorus:] 

Oh, oh 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 f-ck her good and shes 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 f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me) 

She got me caught up in the moment, she got me caught up in the moment 

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 and make her call me in the morning 

Oh, oh 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 f-ck her good and shes 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 f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me) 

Meek Millz: 

My bitch bad looking like a bag of money 

Every time she f-ck me she say can I have some money? 

And I say can I get a 3some she said boy you funny! 

But I be like forreal just pick up dat phone call up one of yo girls 

When Im on that pill and I pop that purr 

Girl, I put in that work 

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

Shit, that Birkin bag, make a old dude mad, when I murk through pass, in a dark blue Jag 

Say she like my style but I talk to fast, 

And I got that drive and she just might crash 

Hold up! 

She say she f-cking wit me the long way 

She gonna ride this dick I had a long day (a long day) 

Nigga look at my bitch, he lookin da wrong way 

Somethin mean look exactly just like the song say 

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[Chorus:] 

Oh, oh 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 shes always ride it for me 

My bitch bad looking like a bag of money (she bad, bad, bad) 

That bitch bad looking like a bag of money (she bad, bad, bad) 

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

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

She got me caught up in the moment, she got me caught up in the moment 

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 and make her call me in the morning 

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