Listen to Bag of Money (feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain) (feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain (Explicit)) song with lyrics from Wale

Bag of Money (feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain) (feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain (Explicit))

Wale, Rick Ross, Meek Mill, T-Pain22 Jun 2012

Bag of Money (feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain) (feat. Rick Ross & T-Pain (Explicit)) Lyrics

 

Bag Of Money (钱袋子) - Maybach Music Group

Money over everythang (Yeaaah-ee)

Self made but right now shawty (Ey-ey-ey-ey-ei-ee)

You lookin like money (yea )

I'm talkin 'bout real money huh

(Yeah-EAH )

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh-ooooooooh)

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (Yea-ea-ea-ey-ei-ee)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Hey-ey-eh-ey-ei-ee)

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me (Ooooh she bad)

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad she bad bad bad)

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad she bad ohh-oh-ooh-wooo-ooh)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh)

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

She got me caught up in the moment (She got me caught up in the mo-MENT )

She got me cuaght up in the moment (She got me caught up in the moment)

I only kiss her when she on it (Ooh when she on it)

F**k her good make her call me in the morning (Oooh ooh whoo)

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh-ooooooooh)

 

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (Yea-ea-ea-ey-ei-ee)

 

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Hey-ey-eh-ey-ei-ee)

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me (Ooooh she bad)

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad she bad bad bad)

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad she bad ohh-oh-ooh-wooo-ooh)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh)

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

Temporary forever (word) levitate witta ni**a (word)

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

We can do like eight positions (uh) hit it til yo' make-up missin (uh-huh)

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 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 (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh-ooooooooh)

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (Yea-ea-ea-ey-ei-ee)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Hey-ey-eh-ey-ei-ee)

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me (Ooooh she bad)

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad she bad bad bad)

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad she bad ohh-oh-ooh-wooo-ooh)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh)

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me (Oooh she 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 (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh-ooooooooh)

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (Yea-ea-ea-ey-ei-ee)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Hey-ey-eh-ey-ei-ee)

I f**k her good and she always ride it for me (Ooooh she bad)

My b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad she bad bad bad)

That b**ch bad lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad she bad ohh-oh-ooh-wooo-ooh)

I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh)

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

She got me caught up in the moment (She got me caught up in the mo-MENT )

She got me cuaght up in the moment (She got me caught up in the moment)

I only kiss her when she on it (Ooh when she on it)

F**k her good make her call me in the morning (Oooh ooh whoo)

 

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