Bag Of Money (feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill & T-Pain)

My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 I go and get it and I let her count it for me
 I treat her good and she always ride it for me
 My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 I go and get it and I let her count it for me
 I treat 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
 Treat her good, make her call me in the morning
 My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 I go and get it and I let her count it for me
 I treat her good and she always ride it for me
 My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 I go and get it and I let her count it for me
 I treat her good and she always ride it for me
 Temporary forever, levitate with a n****
 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 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 chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 I go and get it and I let her count it for me
 I treat her good and she always ride it for me
 My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 I go and get it and I let her count it for me
 I treat her good and she always ride it for me
 My chick bad looking like a bag of money
 E'rry time she f*** 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 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
 Its 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 f****** with me the long way
 She gon' ride this d*** I had a long day
 N**** look at my chick you looking the wrong way
 Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
 My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 I go and get it and I let her count it for me
 I treat her good and she always ride it for me
 My chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 That chick bad, looking like a bag of money
 I go and get it and I let her count it for me
 I treat 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
 Treat her good, make her call me in the morning