Lyrics:

[intro Rick Ross]
maybach Music
money Over Everything
self-Made, But Right Now Shorty
you Looking Like Money
talking 'bout Real Money
huh (Maybach Music)

[chorus Rick Ross]
my Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
that Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
i Go And Get It And I Let Her Count It For Me
i Fuck Her Good And She Always Ride It For Me
my Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
that Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
i Go And Get It And I Let Her Count It For Me
i Fuck 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
fuck Her Good, Make Her Call Me In The Morning
my Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
that Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
i Go And Get It And I Let Her Count It For Me
i Fuck Her Good And She Always Ride It For Me
my Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
that Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
i Go And Get It And I Let Her Count It For Me
i Fuck Her Good And She Always Ride It For Me

[verse 1 Wale]
temporary Forever, Levitate With A Nigga
i Can Tease You Til You Hate Me
but You Hate Them Navel 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
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

[chorus Rick Ross]
my Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
that Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
i Go And Get It And I Let Her Count It For Me
i Fuck Her Good And She Always Ride It For Me
my Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
that Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
i Go And Get It And I Let Her Count It For Me
i Fuck Her Good And She Always Ride It For Me

[verse 2 Meek Mill]
my Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
e’rry Time She Fuck Me She Say, €œcan I Have Some Money”
and I Say, €œcan I Get A Threesome”
she Say, €œboy, You Funny”
but I Be Like For Real, Just Pick Up That Phone
call On One Of Your Girls
when I’m On That Pill And I Pop That Perc
girl, I Put In That Work
long As She Come To Me First
it's 14 Racks, What I Put On That Purse
shit, That Birkin Bag Make The Old Dude Mad
when I Murk Through Passed 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
she Gon’ Ride This Dick, I Had A Long Day
nigga, Look At My Bitch, You Looking The Wrong Way
something Mean, Look Exactly Just Like The Song Say

[chorus Rick Ross]
my Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
that Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
i Go And Get It And I Let Her Count It For Me
i Fuck Her Good And She Always Ride It For Me
my Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
that Bitch Bad, Lookin' Like A Bag Of Money
i Go And Get It And I Let Her Count It For Me
i Fuck 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
fuck Her Good, Make Her Call Me In The Morning