Bag Of Money

Trey Songz:
My bitch bad, my bitch cold
Young bitch wit ah old soul
Lesson that she learn cause her momma showed her
Probably should have hit it when her momma throwed it
My old bitch but she look young
Smart bitch but she look dumb
Yo bitch bored but she look fun
My white bitch, my black one
Gold chains my platinum, my skinny girl
Lil bitty waist, wit her pretty face and dat fat one
Slow Songs, f-ck Songs, my soul songs, my club songs
Yuup Songz, whats up Songz, yall niggas never gonna touch Songz
Bet yo baby momma wanna f-ck Songz
You seen dat, she feign dat, Giuseppe Zanotti bag
Addicted to my money and she never go to rehab
Its full of hundreds if you look up in the bag (up in the bag)
Like dat, my bitch bad,bad!!
[Chorus:]
Oh, oh 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 f-ck her good and shes 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 f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)
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
F-ck her good and make her call me in the morning
Oh, oh 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 f-ck her good and shes 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 f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)
Wale:
Temporary forever, levitate wit a nigga
I can tease you till you hate me, bet you hate them naval kisses
We can do like eight positions, hit it till yo 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 aint always on the prowl
Its just my soda mixed wit 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 at them strippers who hustle get yours you know what dis about
I just might throw a big amount, dont know if im pose ta take you out
I just know dat im pose to praise you up
Dont mean I aint pose to take you down (Word Up!!)
[Chorus:]
Oh, oh 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 f-ck her good and shes 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 f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)
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
F-ck her good and make her call me in the morning
Oh, oh 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 f-ck her good and shes 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 f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)
Meek Millz:
My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
Every time she f-ck me she say can I have some money?
And I say can I get a 3some she said boy you funny!
But I be like forreal just pick up dat phone call up one of yo girls
When Im on that pill and I pop that purr
Girl, I put in that work
Long as she come to me first its fourteen racks that I put on that purse
Shit, that Birkin bag, make a old dude mad, when I murk through pass, in a dark blue Jag
Say she like my style but I talk to fast,
And I got that drive and she just might crash
Hold up!
She say she f-cking wit me the long way
She gonna ride this dick I had a long day (a long day)
Nigga look at my bitch, he lookin da wrong way
Somethin mean look exactly just like the song say

[Chorus:]
Oh, oh 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 shes always ride it for me
My bitch bad looking like a bag of money (she bad, bad, bad)
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money (she bad, bad, bad)
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)
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
F-ck her good and make her call me in the morning