Wale feat. Meek Mill, Rick Ross & T-Pain - Bag of Money текст песни

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Money over everything.
Self-made.
Right now, shorty.
You lookin' like money,
I'm talkin' 'bout real money.

[Hook 1: Rick Ross]
My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag o' money,
My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag o' money.
I go and get it, and I let 'er count it for me,
I fuck her good, and she always ride it for me.
My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag o' money,
My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag o' money.
I go and get it, and I let 'er count it for me,
I fuck her good, and she always ride it for me.

[Hook 2: Rick Ross]
She got me caught up in the moment,
(She got me caught up in the moment,)
She got me caught up in the moment,
(She got me caught up in the moment,)
I only kiss her when she on it, (When she on it,)
Fuck 'er good, make her call me in the morning.

[Hook 1: Rick Ross]

[Verse 1: Wale]
Tap around you forever, never say wouldn't, nigga,
I can tease you till you hate me,
But you hate them navel kisses.
We can do like eight positions,
Hit it till your make up missing.
Baby girl, my stroke official,
And you know I paint that picture.
Hoes on my line, most of 'em nines,
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,
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.

[Hook 1: Rick Ross]

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
My bitch bad, looking like a bag o' 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 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 fourteen 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...

[Hook 1: Rick Ross]

[Hook 2: Rick Ross]