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2 Apr '12 R&B
64 Jul '12 Hot 100

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{M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music} [Rick Ross (T-Pain) ] Money over everythang (Yeaaah-ee) Self made, but right now shawty (Ey-ey-ey-ey-ei-ee) You lookin' like money (yea!) I'm talkin' 'bout real money, huh! (Yeah-EAH!) [CHORUS] [Rick Ross (T-Pain) ] My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh-ooooooooh) That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (Yea-ea-ea-ey-ei-ee) I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Hey-ey-eh-ey-ei-ee) I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Ooooh, she bad) My bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad) That bitch bad, lookin' like a bag of money (She bad bad bad, she bad ohh-oh-ooh-wooo-ooh) I go and get it and I let her count it for me (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh) I fuck her good and she always ride it for me (Oooh, she ride it for me) [Rick Ross (T-Pain) ] She got me caught up in the moment (She got me caught up in the mo-MENT!) She got me cuaght up in the moment (She got me caught up in the moment) I only kiss her when she on it (Ooh, when she on it) Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning (Oooh, ooh, whoo)


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[repeat CHORUS] [Wale] Temporary forever (word), levitate witta nigga (word) I could tease you 'til you hate me, bet you hate them naval kisses (nah) We can do like eight positions (uh), hit it 'til yo' make-up missin' (uh-huh) Baby girl my stroke official, and you know I paint that picture Hoes on my line (Word up!), most of 'em 9s (Word up!) Couple of 'em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find And I ain't always on the prowl, it's 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 - get yours, 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! [repeat CHORUS] [Meek Mill] My bitch bad lookin' like a bag of money E'ry time she fuck 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, "F'real, just pick up that phone, call up one of your girls" When I'm on that pill and I pop dat purr -- girl, I put in that work Long as she come to me first, it's fourteen racks what I put on that purse Shit that Birkin' bag, make the old dude mad, when I murk through pass in a dark blue Jag Say she like my style, but I talk too fast, and I got that drive, and she just might crash Hold up! She say she fuckin' with me the long way (long way) She gon' ride this dick, I had a long day (long day) Nigga look at my bitch, you lookin' the wrong way Somethin' mean, look exactly just like the song say [repeat CHORUS] [INTERLUDE] {M-M-Maybach Music}

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