Letra de 'Bag Of Money (feat. Wale)' de Rick Ross

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

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

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 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

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

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
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 f-cking with me the long way
She gon' ride this d!ck i had a long day
Nigga look at my b!tch you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

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