Bag of Money is the first official single from the Self Made Vol. 2 compilation album by Maybach Music Group. The track is performed by Wale featuring Rick Ross, Meek Mill & T-Pain. It was released on 3 April, 2012. Watch the Bag of Money music video and find the lyrics below. What do you think about Wale’s track? Comment below.
Wale feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill & T-Pain – Bag Of Money Music Video
Wale feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill & T-Pain – Bag Of Money Song Words
Money over everything
Self-made
Right now Shorty
You lookin’ like money
I’m talkin’ ‘bout real money
My b-tch bad, looking like a bag of money
That b-tch 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 ride it for me
Lyrics are provided by Geniusbeauty.com
My b-tch bad, looking like a bag of money
That b-tch 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 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
F-ck her good, make her call me in the morning
My b-tch bad, looking like a bag of money
That b-tch 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 ride it for me
My b-tch bad, looking like a bag of money
That b-tch 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 ride it for me
Temporary forever, levitate with a n-gga
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 b-tch bad, looking like a bag of money
That b-tch 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 ride it for me
My b-tch bad, looking like a bag of money
That b-tch 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 ride it for me
My b-tch bad looking like a bag of money
E’rry time she f-ck 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 for real, just pick up that phone
Call up one of your girls
When I’m on that kill 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 f-cking with me the long way
She gon’ ride this d-ck I had a long day
N-gga look at my b-tch you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
My b-tch bad, looking like a bag of money
That b-tch 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 ride it for me
My b-tch bad, looking like a bag of money
That b-tch 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 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
F-ck her good, make her call me in the morning
