{M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}
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[Intro: Rick Ross (T-Pain)]
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Money over everythang (Yeaaah-ee)
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Self made, but right now shawty (Ey-ey-ey-ey-ei-ee)
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You lookin like money (yea!)
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I'm talkin 'bout real money, huh!
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(Yeah-EAH!)
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[Chorus: Rick Ross (T-Pain)]
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My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh-ooooooooh)
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That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (Yea-ea-ea-ey-ei-ee)
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Hey-ey-eh-ey-ei-ee)
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Ooooh, she bad)
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My bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad)
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That bitch bad, lookin like a bag of money (She bad bad bad, she bad ohh-oh-ooh-wooo-ooh)
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh)
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Oooh, she ride it for me)
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[Interlude: Rick Ross (T-Pain)]
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She got me caught up in the moment (She got me caught up in the mo-MENT!)
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She got me cuaght up in the moment (She got me caught up in the moment)
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I only kiss her when she on it (Ooh, when she on it)
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Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning (Oooh, ooh, whoo)
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[Chorus]
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[Wale]
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Temporary forever (word), levitate witta nigga (word)
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I could tease you 'til you hate me, bet you hate them naval kisses (nah)
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We can do like eight positions (uh), hit it til yo' make-up missin (uh-huh)
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Baby girl my stroke official, and you know I paint that picture
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Hoes on my line (Word up!), most of 'em 9s (Word up!)
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Couple of 'em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find
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And I ain't always on the prowl, it's just my soda mixed with brown
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Got me quite open for a while, so let me in or let me out
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And I like my marijuana bright, and I like my window tinted out
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Shout out them strippers who hustle - get yours, you know what this about
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I just might throw a big amount, don't know if I'm 'posed to take you out
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I just know I'm 'posed to praise you up, don't mean I ain't 'posed to take you down
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Word up!
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[Chorus]
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[Meek Mill]
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My bitch bad lookin like a bag of money
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E'ry time she fuck me she say "Can I have some money?"
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And I say, "Can I get a threesome?a¢æ?, she say "Boy, you funny"
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But I be like, "F'real, just pick up that phone, call up one of your girls"
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When I'm on that pill and I pop dat purr -- girl, I put in that work
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Long as she come to me first, it's fourteen racks what I put on that purse
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Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad, when I murk through pass in a dark blue Jag
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Say she like my style, but I talk too fast, and I got that drive, and she just might crash
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Hold up! She say she fuckin with me the long way (long way)
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She gon' ride this dick, I had a long day (long day)
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Nigga look at my bitch, you lookin the wrong way
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Somethin mean, look exactly just like the song say
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[Chorus + Interlude]
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{M-M-Maybach Music}
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Bag Of Money
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Maybach Music Group |