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ft wale meek mill rick ross - bag of money (ft. wale & meek mill) - rick ross lyrics

[rick ross: chorus]
my b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
that b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
i go and get it and i let her count it for me
i f-ck her good and she always ride it for me

my b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
that b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
i go and get it and i let her count it for me
i f-ck 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
f-ck her good, make her call me in the morning

[rick ross: chorus]
my b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
that b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
i go and get it and i let her count it for me
i f-ck her good and she always ride it for me

my b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
that b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
i go and get it and i let her count it for me
i f-ck her good and she always ride it for me

[wale]
temporary forever, levitate with a n-gg-
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 missin’
baby girl my stroke official
and you know i paint that picture
hoes on my line, most of ‘em 9? s
couple of ‘em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find
and i ain’t 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 ain’t ‘posed to take you down
word up

[rick ross: chorus]
my b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
that b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
i go and get it and i let her count it for me
i f-ck her good and she always ride it for me

my b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
that b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
i go and get it and i let her count it for me
i f-ck her good and she always ride it for me

[meek mill]
my b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
e’rry time she f-ck 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
sh-t that birkin bag, make the old dude mad
when i murk through p-ss 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 f-cking with me the long way
she gon’ ride this d! ck i had a long day
n-gg- look at my b! tch you looking the wrong way
something mean, look exactly just like the song say

[rick ross: chorus]
my b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
that b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
i go and get it and i let her count it for me
i f-ck her good and she always ride it for me

my b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
that b! tch bad looking like a bag of money
i go and get it and i let her count it for me
i f-ck 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
f-ck her good, make her call me in the morning

- ft wale meek mill rick ross lyrics

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