Ray Lavender - Bag of Money feat. Rick Ross, Wale & Meek Mill lyrics
rate meUh yeah, oh, oh, oh, whoa
She get it popping like yeah,
My ar, 15, my bitch squeaky clean
A classy chick, flashy chick
But she do hood shit, I swear to god I love that shit
Her body killing bitches, jane doe,
Bust it baby, drop it low
When she around, I’m stevie wonder
I don’t see shit, them other bitches ratchet
I got a big ego, but she stroke it good
She call it tiger woods
Ha, and I get money with akon,
Global is the click bitch, cashing out, here we come
My girl look good, she look like a bag of money
My girl look good, she look like a bag of money
My girl look good, she look like a bag of money
My girl look good, she look like a bag of money
My girl look good, she look like a bag of money
My bitch bad, she look like a bag of money
My bitch so bad, when she strip they call her money
My girl look good, she look like a bag of money
She look like a bag of 50’s,
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 she always ride it for me
She got ma caught up in the moment
She got ma caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning
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 she 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 fuck her good and she always ride it for me
Yeah, temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can tease you till you hate me
Bet you hate them naval kisses
We can do like 8 positions,
Hit it till your make up missing
Baby girl my stroke official
And you know I paint that picture
Hoes on my line, most of them 9’s
Couple of them dames, but all my hoes is hard to find
And I ain’t always on the prowl
It’s just my soul to mix it 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 it’s about
I just might throw a big amount,
Don’t know if I’m sposed to take you out
I just know that I’m sposed to bring you up
Don’t mean I ain’t sposed to take you down, word up
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 she 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 fuck her good and she always ride it for me
My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
Errytime she fuck then she say can I have some money
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 purp, girl I put in that work
Long as she come for me, forces 14 racks
When I put on that purse, shit that burkin bag
Make her all do mad, when I murk you pass
...you like my style but I talk too fast
And I got that driver, she might just crash, hold up
She said she fucking with me the long way
She gonna ride this dick I had a long day
Nigga look at my bitch you looking the wrong way
Shawty mean, look exactly just like the song say
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 she 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 fuck her good and she always ride it for me.
