Artist: Wale (Feat Lil Wayne, T-Pain, Rick Ross, Omarion, Yo Gotti, French Montana & Black Cobain)
Album: –
Year: 2012
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[Intro – Rick Ross]
She self made too, therefore she winnin’
New money, MMG
Self Made 2
Taking over the world
C’mon baby girl, let’s spend this money
[Chorus – Rick Ross & T-Pain]
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
[Verse 1 – Wale]
Be like Wa-le, my stroke game be on point
Yeah shawty losing her mind, her composure, most of her voice
And she say she hate the word moist, but she can’t escape from that vibe
You can play fight with that cat
Me? I’ll kill that pussy 9 times
I slow it down, lemme slow it down
Ever since I hit that, look at that shit, I got you pokin’ now
Numbers we ain’t throwin’ now
Not me, no way, know how?
Cause you know them screenshot broads always gonna run they mouth
Okay I’m far too drunk, I’m not driving
You know only bars are on fire
A little green and white in my pocket
So this song is now back in my room
Caught up in the wrong timing
Yeah, Jacob made my medallion
Just post up, but don’t coach much
But I love the stadium talent
[Verse 2 – Omarion]
Let me paint this picture, all the right colors
If I let you count my money
Don’t think that you own me
You my bag of my money
You my bag of honey
I beez in your trap
While you yellin’ fuck me
I be on some other shit
Maybach O up in this bitch
Tell you about them other niggas
They be lying about they figures
I’m ’bout it, ’bout it
I pull the trigger
Y’all be so lame
I’m killin the game
I dance’ in the bank
We so mafioso, you ain’t never know though
Never gon’ know so
No, never, no, no, no, no, no, nooo
[Chorus – Rick Ross & T-Pain]
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
[Verse 3 – Yo Gotti]
My-my bitch amazing, show stopper
Work at the titty club, p-pussy popper
Top drop, white on white 645
I burnt her up from 5 o’clock until 6:45
Mr. 60 minutes, Mrs. Chanel and Fendi
I hit her in the Porcshe
And burnt her up a new Infiniti
Presidential Rollie, JFK, she Mrs. Kennedy
Rose gold, his or hers, diamonds and furs
One or none swag, one on one bag
Look like a duffle bag of money, she beyond bad
And I’m beyond swag, young thug nigga
Drug dealer, MMG affiliated, plug nigga
[Verse 4 – Lil Wayne]
Uh, my bitch mad cause I’d rather get that money
I give her this dick, she say: “that dick better than money”
I say: “can I get some head?”, she say: “lemme get my scrunchie”
Serve her like a country
Got that dope dick, she a junkie
She say: “Tunechi, this yo’ pussy”
I say: “tell me anything”
Then I suck her nipple ring
Eat that pussy, Listerine
She cumin’, I make sure
My bitch bad, she’ll take yours
And she do tricks on that dick like a skateboard
Tunechi, haha
[Chorus – Rick Ross & T-Pain & (Lil Wayne)]
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s (yeahh)
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s (Young Mula babbyyy)
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
[Verse 5 – French Montana]
I push the drop, let her ride shotty
My bitch bad lookin’ like a bag of Molly’s
Hit the crib, make a porno
My diamonds flashin’ like a photo
500 on my auto and I bought it out, fuck car note, haaa
Shawty know exactly who the realest is
Murder that, arhh, leave no witnesses
Started from the streets, turned to businesses
Dirty bag of money, stack it to where that ceiling is
[Verse 6 – Black Cobain]
Rollin’ up some killer, ridin’ through my city
Bumpin’ “Bag Of Money”, got a bag of money with me
She conceited, she know that
She was down with a nigga before rap
If I had the strap, she would hold that
She don’t even smoke, but she’ll roll that, uhh
For me she drinkin’ Henny, she don’t like it though
She fuck with real niggas cause that’s all she know
Make her pop that pussy hoe
Make her bring that money back
You niggas couldn’t fuck my bitch if you gave her a hundred stacks
[Chorus – Rick Ross & T-Pain]
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnid’s
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
I blow it fast, so you know I got her stuntin’
She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
White Ferrari and she got me doing donuts
Hold up…
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