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(Ft. Rick Ross & Meek Mill) [Rick Ross : Chorus] 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 [Rick Ross : Chorus] 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 Letras de cancionesI go and get it and I let her count it for me I f-ck her good and she always ride it for me [Wale] Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga 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 missin' 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 ain't 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 ain't 'posed to take you down Word up [Rick Ross : Chorus] 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 [Meek Mill] 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 foreal, just pick up that phone Call up one of your girls When I'm on that pill 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 Nigga look at my b!tch you looking the wrong way Something mean, look exactly just like the song say [Rick Ross : Chorus] 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 From Letras Mania