Bag Of Money (remix) Lyrics - Wale

She self made too good for it she winning 

New Money, MMG, Self Made 2 

Taking over the world 

C'mon baby girl let's spend this money 

My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnids 

My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnids 

I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin 

I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin (oooh she bad) 

My chick bad lookin like a bag of hunnids 

my chick bad lookin like a bag of hunnids 

i blow it fast so you know i got her stuntin 

i blow it fast so you know i got her stuntin 

She got me caught up in the moment (You got some nice pineapples, for real) 

She got me caught up in the moment (Wale though, double M, remix) 

I only kiss her when she on it 

White Ferrari and she got her doin' donuts, hol' up 

She like Wa-le my stroke game be on point 

Yeah, shawty losing her mind her composure most of her voice 

And she say she hate the word moist, but she can't escape from that vibe 

You can play fight with that cat, me, I kill that pussy 9 times (remix) 

I slow it down, let me slow it down 

Ever since I hit that, look at it, that shit I got you poking now 

Numbers we ain't throwing down, not me, no way, no how 

Cause you know them screenshot broads always gonna run they mouth 

Okay, I'm far too drunk I'm not driving (what's up?), you know open bars are on fire 

A little green and white in my pocket, so this song is now "Bag of Mara" 

Caught up in the wrong timing, yeah, Jacob made my medallion 

Just post up, but don't coach much, but I love the stadium talent 

Bright lights picture, all right colors 

I'll let you count my money, don't think that you own me 

You're my bag of my money, you're my bag of honey 

I beez in your trap, while you're yelling fuck me 

I be on some other shit 

Maybach all up in this bitch 

Tell you about them other niggas 

They be lying about they figures 

I'm bout it, bout it I pull the trigger 

Y'all be so lame 

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We killin' the game, I dance in the bank 

We so mafioso, you ain't never know though 

Never gonna know so, no never no, no, no, no, no, no 

my chick bad lookin like a bag of hunnids 

my chick bad lookin like a bag of hunnids 

i blow it fast so you know i got her stuntin 

i blow it fast so you know i got her stuntin 

My bitch amazing; show stopper 

Work at the titty club; pussy popper 

Top drop white on white 645 

I burnt her up from 5 o'clock until 6: 45 

Mr. 60 minutes, Mrs. Chanel, and Fendi 

I hit her in the Porsche and burnt her up a new Infiniti 

Presidential Rollie, JFK, she Mrs. Kennedy 

Rose gold his or hers, diamonds and furs 

Want a little suede, one on one bag 

Look like a duffel bag of money, she beyond that 

And I'm beyond swag, young thug nigga 

Drug dealer; MMG affiliated blood nigga 

That 50k on that vaca 

20 bands on that birkin bag, 12 hunnid on that dinner date 

We eat lobsters from Florida, French-ful flowers 

Put you on the next level shit, world is ours 

Got my Sox cap, top back, shorty you could come outside 

We can ride, drive an '88, you know how we drive 

You just want somebody that's consistent and that will provide 

I'm just trying to live in your division when your legs divide 

I could take you high, you say your man don't appreciate you 

He should learn to be more grateful for somebody that's been faithful 

Instead he trying to play you, you know trying to Stevie J you 

I just wanna make you rain like we in the month of April 

And we hella young, let's have some fun and never be on dummy 

Got a good sense of humor, but you can't be acting funny 

You will get ate for dinner, but I'm hungry for some money 

Every time I go and get it, then I'll let you count it for me 

my chick bad lookin like a bag of hunnids 

my chick bad lookin like a bag of hunnids 

i blow it fast so you know i got her stutin 

i blow it fast so you know i got her stuntin 

I-I-I'm looking like a money money money badge 

That's why these niggas want me bad 

Cause I'm so fucking special, diamonds and precious metals 

Giuseppe stilettos, I'm the queen of the ghetto 

Trina, I stay winning, I keep these niggas spinning 

I'm looking for a boss, let me be your lieutenant 

Let me be your masseuse, fine head in the coupe 

Ménage in the suite, boy, you know I'm the truth 

I stay stunning, looking like a bad of hundreds 

You know your momma running, I keep that money coming 

He bring that money home, he let me count it for him 

Now I'm married to the mob and I'm riding for him 

Uh, my-my bitch mad cause I'd rather get that money 

I give her this dick she say that dick better than money 

I say, "Can I get some head?" She say, "Let me get my scrunchie" 

Serve her like a country, got that dope dick she a junkie 

She say "Tunechi, this your pussy", I say "Tell me anything" 

Then I suck her nipple ring, eat that pussy; Listerine 

She coming I make sure my bitch bad; she'll take yours 

And she do tricks on that dick like a skateboard 

Uh, Maybach Riders, gold chain buyers 

Gold wings saline your bitch say I'm the fliest 

I make five thou gold ya'll, spent that in about an hour 

And my bitch like Bob May, ball hard 'til I get the callous 

Shout out I ain't got no stylist, shout out to you niggas keep trying 

Bag of money, bag of money, I eat the money like I eat the pussy 

King gold chains, they follow me, presidential car presidential suite 

She bad and all, model type, but I like me a big booty 

One time for them 9 to 5's, one time for them stripper dimes 

One time for them college girls, one time for those who can't decide 

I love her more I take them all, she doing bad I break her off 

I'm T-Raw, don't need ya'll, everything I do is so well done 

my chick bad lookin like a bag of hunnids 

my chick bad lookin like a bag of hunnids 

i blow it fast so you know i got her stuntin 

i blow it fast so you know i got her stuntin 

(coke boy ay) I push the drop and let her ride shotty 

My bitch bad looking like a bag of mollies 

Hit the crib make a porno, my diamonds flash like photos 

500 on my auto and I bought it out; fuck car note 

Shorty know exactly who the realest is 

Murder that (ahh) leave no witnesses 

Started from the streets, turned to businesses 

Dirty bag of money, stack it to where that ceiling is 

Got, shorty, grab it, take it, to that, money 

Shorty, dancing, for them, hundreds, got me, paying, on exonics 

Bitch I'm balling all green, trying to buy a ball team 

No I suit her, roosting, know we going all in 

Rolling up some killer, riding through my city 

Bumping Bag of Money got a bag of money with me 

She conceited, she know that, she was down with a nigga before rap 

If I had the strap, she would hold that, she don't even smoke, but she'll roll that 

For me she drinking Henny she don't like it though 

She fuck with real niggas cause that's all she know 

Make her pop that pussy hole, make her bring that money back 

You niggas couldn't fuck my bitch if you gave her a hundred stacks 

She all about a purse, not a bag, though, she work 

When I'm in the pussy I surf, when she bless a nigga, like church 

I'm on this bag of money remix 

I'll be all up in her Vickie's but she cannot keep a secret