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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?”, 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}