Rick Ross Bag Of Money

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 fuck her good and she always ride it for me

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 fuck 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
Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

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 fuck her good and she always ride it for me

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 fuck 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 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 aint 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 aint ‘posed to take you down  
Word up

My bitch bad looking like a bag of 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 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 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

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