Wale - Bag of Money
[Intro: Rick Ross & ]
Money over everything ()
"Self Made", but right now shawty ()
You looking like money ()
I'm talking 'bout real money, hah ()
() Yeah
[Chorus: 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 ()
[Post-Chorus: Rick Ross & ]
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 morning, hah ()
[Chorus: 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 ()
[Verse 1: Wale]
Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can tease you 'til you hate me, bet you hate them navel kisses
We can do like eight positions, hit it 'til your make-up missin'
Baby girl, my stroke official, and you know I paint that picture
Hoes on my line (Word up) most of 'em 9s (Word up)
Couple of 'em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find
And I ain't always on the prowl, it's 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
Get yours, 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 that I'm 'posed to praise you up
Don’t mean I ain't 'posed to take you down, word up
[Chorus: 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 ()
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money
E'ry time she fuck 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, "For real
Just pick up that phone, call up 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
It's fourteen racks what I put on that purse
Shit, that Birkin bag make her old dude mad
When I murk through, passed in that 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 fuckin' with me the long way
She gon' ride this dick, I had a long day
Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
[Chorus: 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 ()
[Post-Chorus: Rick Ross & ]
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 morning, hah ()
Money over everything ()
"Self Made", but right now shawty ()
You looking like money ()
I'm talking 'bout real money, hah ()
() Yeah
[Chorus: 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 ()
[Post-Chorus: Rick Ross & ]
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 morning, hah ()
[Chorus: 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 ()
[Verse 1: Wale]
Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can tease you 'til you hate me, bet you hate them navel kisses
We can do like eight positions, hit it 'til your make-up missin'
Baby girl, my stroke official, and you know I paint that picture
Hoes on my line (Word up) most of 'em 9s (Word up)
Couple of 'em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find
And I ain't always on the prowl, it's 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
Get yours, 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 that I'm 'posed to praise you up
Don’t mean I ain't 'posed to take you down, word up
[Chorus: 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 ()
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money
E'ry time she fuck 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, "For real
Just pick up that phone, call up 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
It's fourteen racks what I put on that purse
Shit, that Birkin bag make her old dude mad
When I murk through, passed in that 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 fuckin' with me the long way
She gon' ride this dick, I had a long day
Nigga, look at my bitch, you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
[Chorus: 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 ()
[Post-Chorus: Rick Ross & ]
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 morning, hah ()
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