Lyrics: Bag Of Money

Money over everything
Self-made
Right now Shorty
You lookin' like money
I'm talkin' 'bout real money

My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
I go and get it and I let 'er count it for me
I touch her good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
I go and get it and I let 'er count it for me
I touch 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)
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)
Touch 'er good make count me the money

My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
I go and get it and I let 'er count it for me
I touch it good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
I go and get it and I let 'er count it for me
I touch her good and she always ride it for me

Tap around you forever, never say wouldn't
I could tease till you hate me but you hate them naval kisses
We can do like eight positions
Hit it till your make-up missin'
Baby girl my stroke official
And you know I paint that picture
, most of nox
Couple of them out but my , hard to find
And I ain't always on the prowl
It's just my soda mixed with rum
Got me quite Oprah for a while
So let me in or let me out
And I like my , wanna bite
And I like my window tinted out
Shout out to strippers who hustle
Yea George you know what this about
I just might throw a big amount
Don't know if I'm supposed to take you out
I just know that I'm supposed to praise you up
Don't mean I'm supposed to take you down
Word up

My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
I go and get it and I let 'er count it for me
I touch it good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
I go and get it and I let 'er count it for me
I touch her good and she always ride it for me

My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
Every time she choking she say can I have some money?
I say can I get a threesome?
She say boy you funny
But I'll be like fo' real
Just pick up that phone, call up one of your girls
When I'm on that and I pop that
Girl I'll put in that word
Long as she cuntin' me first
There's fourteen racks that I put on that purse
Should I burkin'
Bad nigger OD'in
Now when I murk you
Passin' that dark blue
Just if you like my style
But I talk too fast and I got that driver
She just might crash
Coat up
She said , and meet her on way
She gon' rock this party
I had a long day
Look at my ,
She lookin' the wrong way
Shot mean look exactly just like the song say

My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
I go and get it and I let 'er count it for me
I touch it good and she always ride it for me
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
My chick bad lookin' like a bag o' money
I go and get it and I let 'er count it for me
I touch 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)
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)
Touch 'er good make count me the money