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Rick Ross - Bag Of Money

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<b>Bag Of Money</b> by <i>Rick Ross</i><br />

<strong>Bag Of Money Lyrics</strong>

[Rick Ross]

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

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

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

[Wale]

Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga

I can teach you, till you hate me but you hate them naval kisses

We can do like 8 positions

Hit it til your make up missing

Baby girl my stroke official

And you know I paint that picture

Hoes on my line, most of ‘em 92s

Couple of ‘em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find

And I aint always on the prowl its 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

Yeah George 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 aint ‘posed to take you down

Word up

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

[Meek Mill]

My bitch bad looking like a bag of money

E’rry 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 foreal, 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 calling me first

Its 14 racks when I put on that purse

Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad

When I murk through pass in that dark blue?

She like my style but I talk too fast

And I got that drive and she just might crash

Hold up

She say she fucking 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

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

She got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment

I only kiss her when she on it

F-ck her good, make her call me in the morning

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