Money over everything
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Self-made
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Right now Shorty
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You lookin’ like money
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I’m talkin’ ‘bout real money
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My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
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My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
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She got me caught up in the moment
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She got me caught up in the moment
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I only kiss her when she on it
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Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning
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My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
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My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
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Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
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I can teach you, till you hate me but you hate them naval kisses
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We can do like 8 positions
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Hit it til your make up missing
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Baby girl my stroke official
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And you know I paint that picture
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Hoes on my line, most of ‘em 9′s
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Couple of ‘em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find
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And I aint always on the prowl its just my soda mixed with brown
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Got me quite open for a while
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So let me in or let me out
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And I like my marijuana bright
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And I like my window tinted out
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Shout out them strippers who hustle
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Yeah George you know what this about
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I just might throw a big amount
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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
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Don’t mean I aint ‘posed to take you down
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Word up
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My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
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My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
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My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
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E’rry time she fuck me she say “can I have some money?”
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And I say “can I get a threesome?”
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She say “boy, you funny”
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But I be like foreal, just pick up that phone
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Call up one of your girls
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When I’m on that kill and I pop that purp
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Girl I put in that work
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Long as she calling me first
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Its 14 racks when I put on that purse
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Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad
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When I murk through pass in that dark blue?
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She like my style but I talk too fast
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And I got that drive and she just might crash
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Hold up
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She say she fucking with me the long way
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She gon’ ride this dick I had a long day
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Nigga look at my bitch you looking the wrong way
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Something mean, look exactly just like the song say
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My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
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My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
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That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
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I go and get it and I let her count it for me
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I fuck her good and she always ride it for me
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She got me caught up in the moment
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She got me caught up in the moment
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I only kiss her when she on it
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Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning
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Bag Of Money
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| Rick Ross |
