Song Lyrics

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 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

Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can tease you 'til you hate me
But you hate them navel 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 9′s
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 marijuana 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 bitch 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 for real, just pick up that phone
Call on one of your girls
When I'm on that pill and I pop that Perc
Girl, I put in that work
Long as she come to me first
It's 14 racks, what I put on that purse
Shit, that Birkin bag make the old dude mad
When I murk through passed 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 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

Olubowale Akintemehin, Shamann Cooke, Faheem Najm, Rick Ross, Robert Williams

The duration of Bag Of Money is 4:06 minutes and seconds.