Bag of Money (Explicit)

Bag of Money - Party Hit Kings

(Cover Version Tribute to Wale Rick Ross Meek Mill & T-Pain)

Money over everythang

Self made but right now shawty

You lookin like money

I'm talkin 'bout real money huh

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

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

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

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

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me cuaght up in the moment

I only kiss her when she on it

F**k her good make her call me in the morning

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

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

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

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

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me

Temporary forever (word) levitate witta ni**a

I could tease you 'til you hate me bet you hate them naval kisses

We can do like eight positions hit it til yo' make-up missin

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

Hoes on my line most of 'em 9s

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 m*******a 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 I'm 'posed to praise you up

Don't mean I ain't 'posed to take you down

Word up

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

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

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

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

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

E'ry time she f**k 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 "F'real just pick up that phone

Call up one of your girls"

When I'm on that pill and I pop dat purr

Girl I put in that work

Long as she come to me first

It's fourteen racks what I put on that purse

Sh*t that Birkin bag make the old dude mad

When I murk through pass in a 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 f**kin with me the long way (long way)

She gon' ride this dick I had a long day (long day)

Ni**a look at my b**ch you lookin the wrong way

Somethin mean look exactly just like the song say

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

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

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money

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

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me cuaght up in the moment

I only kiss her when she on it

F**k her good make her call me in the morning