| 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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| 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 pill 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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| 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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| F-ck her good, make her call me in the morning |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bag of Money , by - Meek Mill. Song from the album Dont Panic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп