Текст песни Wale - Bag Of Money (Extended Remix) (Feat. Tyga, Rockie Fresh, & Trina)

She self made too, therefore she winning (Yeaaah-ee)
New Money, MMG, Self Made 2 (Ey-ey-ey-ey-ei-ee)
Taking over the world (YEA-ey-ey-ey-ey-ei-ee)
C’mon baby girl let’s spend this money (Yeah-EAH! Oooh-ooh-whoo)

[Hook: Rick Ross] + (T-Pain)
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnids (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh-ooooooooh)
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnids (Yea-ea-ea-ey-ei-ee)
I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin (Hey-ey-eh-ey-ei-ee)
I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin (Ooooh, she bad)
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnids (She bad bad bad, she bad bad bad)
My chick bad looking like a bag of hunnids (she bad bad bad, she bad ohh-oh-ooh-wooo-ooh)
I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin (Ohh-oh-ooh-woooo-ooh)
I blow it fast so you know I got her stuntin (Oooh, she ride it for me)

[Interlude: Rick Ross] + (T-Pain)
She got me caught up in the moment (She got me caught up in the mo-MENT!)
She got me caught 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)
White Ferrari and she got her doin donuts, hol' up (Oooh-ooh-whoo)

[Wale]
You got some nice pineapples, for real
Haha... Wale though, double M, remix

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 kill that pussy 9 times
I slow it dooown, let me slow it down
Ever since I hit that look at it that shit I got you poking now
Numbers we ain't throwing dooown, not me, no way, no how
Cause you know them screenshot broads always gonna run they mouth
Ok I’m far too drunk I’m not driving (what’s up?), you know open bars are on fire
A little green and white in my pocket, so this song is now "Bag of Mara"
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

[Omarion]
Bright lights picture, all right colors
I'll 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 yelling fuck me
I be on some other shiiiit
Maybach O up in this biiitch
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
We killin the game; I dance in the bank
We so mafioso you ain't never know though
Never gonna know so, no never no, no, no, no, no, no

[Hook] - 1X

[Yo Gotti]
(I'm YO GOTTI~!)
My bitch amazing, show stopper
Work at the titty club, 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 Porsche and burnt her up a new Infiniti
Presidential Rollie, JFK she Mrs. Kennedy
Rose gold his or hers, diamonds and furs
Want a little suede, one on one bag
Look like a duffle bag of money, she beyond that
And I’m beyond swag, young thug nigga
Drug dealer; MMG affiliated blood nigga
That 50k on that vaca
20 bands on that birkin bag, 12 hunnid on that dinner date
We eat lobsters from Florida, French-ful flowers
Put you on the next level shit, world is ours

[Rockie Fresh]
Got my sox cap, top back, shorty you could come outside
We can ride, drive an ’88 you know how we drive
You just want somebody that’s consistent and that will provide
I’m just trying to live in your division when your legs divide (Rockie Fresh)
I could take you high, you say your man don’t appreciate you
He should learn to be more grateful for somebody that’s been faithful
Instead he trying to play you, you know trying to Stevie J you
I just wanna make you rain like we in the month of April
And we hella young, let’s have some fun and never be on dummy
Got a good sense of humor but you can’t be acting funny
You