| {M-M-M-M-M- | |
| M-M-M-Maybach | |
| Music} [Intro: Rick Ross (T-Pain)] | |
| Money over everythang (Yeaaah-ee) | |
| Self made, but right now shawty (Ey-ey-ey-ey-ei-ee) | |
| You lookin like money (yea!) | |
| I'm talkin 'bout real money, huh! (Yeah-EAH!) [Chorus: Rick Ross (T-Pain)] | |
| My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh-ooooooooh) | |
| That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (Yea-ea-ea-ey-ei-ee) | |
| I go and get it and | |
| I let her count it for me (Hey-ey-eh-ey-ei-ee) | |
| I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Ooooh, she bad) | |
| My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad) | |
| That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad, she bad ohh-oh-ooh-wooo-ooh) | |
| I go and get it and | |
| I let her count it for me (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh) | |
| I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Oooh, she ride it for me) [Interlude: Rick Ross (T-Pain)] | |
| She got me caught up in the moment (She got me caught up in the mo-MENT!) | |
| She got me cuaght up in the moment (She got me caught up in the moment) | |
| I only kiss her when she on it (Ooh, when she on it) | |
| Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning (Oooh, ooh, whoo) [Chorus] [Wale] | |
| Temporary forever (word), levitate witta nigga (word) | |
| I could tease you 'til you hate me, bet you hate them naval kisses (nah) | |
| We can do like eight positions (uh), hit it til yo' make-up missin (uh-huh) | |
| Baby girl my stroke official, and you know | |
| I paint that picture | |
| Hoes on my line (Word up!), most of 'em 9s (Word up!) | |
| 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! [Chorus] [Meek Mill] | |
| My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money | |
| E'ry time she fuck me she say "Can I have some money?" | |
| And I say, "Can I get a threesome?â€, she say " | |
| Boy, you funny" But I be like, " | |
| F'real, just pick up that phone, call up one of your girls" When I'm on that pill and I pop dat purr -- 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 pass 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 fuckin with me the long way (long way) She gon' ride this dick, I had a long day (long day) Nigga look at my bitch, you lookin the wrong way Somethin mean, look exactly just like the song say [Chorus + Interlude] {M-M-Maybach Music} |
| MMMMM | |
| MMMMaybach | |
| Music Intro: Rick Ross TPain | |
| Money over everythang Yeaaahee | |
| Self made, but right now shawty Eyeyeyeyeiee | |
| You lookin like money yea! | |
| I' m talkin ' bout real money, huh! YeahEAH! Chorus: Rick Ross TPain | |
| My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money Ohhohoohwoooooohooooooooh | |
| That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money Yeaeaeaeyeiee | |
| I go and get it and | |
| I let her count it for me Heyeyeheyeiee | |
| I fuck her good and she always ride it for me Ooooh, she bad | |
| My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad | |
| That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money She bad bad bad, she bad ohhohoohwoooooh | |
| I go and get it and | |
| I let her count it for me Ohhohoohwooooooh | |
| I fuck her good and she always ride it for me Oooh, she ride it for me Interlude: Rick Ross TPain | |
| She got me caught up in the moment She got me caught up in the moMENT! | |
| She got me cuaght up in the moment She got me caught up in the moment | |
| I only kiss her when she on it Ooh, when she on it | |
| Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning Oooh, ooh, whoo Chorus Wale | |
| Temporary forever word, levitate witta nigga word | |
| I could tease you ' til you hate me, bet you hate them naval kisses nah | |
| We can do like eight positions uh, hit it til yo' makeup missin uhhuh | |
| Baby girl my stroke official, and you know | |
| I paint that picture | |
| Hoes on my line Word up!, most of ' em 9s Word up! | |
| 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! Chorus Meek Mill | |
| My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money | |
| E' ry 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, " | |
| F' real, just pick up that phone, call up one of your girls" When I' m on that pill and I pop dat purr 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 pass 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 fuckin with me the long way long way She gon' ride this dick, I had a long day long day Nigga look at my bitch, you lookin the wrong way Somethin mean, look exactly just like the song say Chorus Interlude MMMaybach Music |
| MMMMM | |
| MMMMaybach | |
| Music Intro: Rick Ross TPain | |
| Money over everythang Yeaaahee | |
| Self made, but right now shawty Eyeyeyeyeiee | |
| You lookin like money yea! | |
| I' m talkin ' bout real money, huh! YeahEAH! Chorus: Rick Ross TPain | |
| My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money Ohhohoohwoooooohooooooooh | |
| That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money Yeaeaeaeyeiee | |
| I go and get it and | |
| I let her count it for me Heyeyeheyeiee | |
| I fuck her good and she always ride it for me Ooooh, she bad | |
| My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad | |
| That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money She bad bad bad, she bad ohhohoohwoooooh | |
| I go and get it and | |
| I let her count it for me Ohhohoohwooooooh | |
| I fuck her good and she always ride it for me Oooh, she ride it for me Interlude: Rick Ross TPain | |
| She got me caught up in the moment She got me caught up in the moMENT! | |
| She got me cuaght up in the moment She got me caught up in the moment | |
| I only kiss her when she on it Ooh, when she on it | |
| Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning Oooh, ooh, whoo Chorus Wale | |
| Temporary forever word, levitate witta nigga word | |
| I could tease you ' til you hate me, bet you hate them naval kisses nah | |
| We can do like eight positions uh, hit it til yo' makeup missin uhhuh | |
| Baby girl my stroke official, and you know | |
| I paint that picture | |
| Hoes on my line Word up!, most of ' em 9s Word up! | |
| 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! Chorus Meek Mill | |
| My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money | |
| E' ry 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, " | |
| F' real, just pick up that phone, call up one of your girls" When I' m on that pill and I pop dat purr 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 pass 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 fuckin with me the long way long way She gon' ride this dick, I had a long day long day Nigga look at my bitch, you lookin the wrong way Somethin mean, look exactly just like the song say Chorus Interlude MMMaybach Music |
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