Trina - Bag of Money (Remix) lyrics

(M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music) [Intro: Rick Ross + T-Pain] 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) [Chorus: 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) [Verse 1: Wale] 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 k** that p**y 9 times I slow it down, let me slow it down Ever since I hit that look at it that sh**, I got you pokin' now Numbers we ain't throwin' down, 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 [Verse 2: 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 yellin' f** me I be on some other sh** Maybach all up in this b**h Tell you about them other n***as They be lying about they figures - I'm bout it, bout it I pull the trigger Y'all be so lame We k**in' 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 [Chorus: 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) [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] My b**h amazin', show stopper Work at the titty club, p**y 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 n***a Drug dealer; MMG affiliated blood n***a [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Uh, my-my b**h mad cause I'd rather get that money I give her this dick she say that dick better than money I say "Can I get some head?" She say let me get my scrunchie Serve her like a country, got that dope dick, she a junkie She say "Tunechi this your p**y", I say "tell me anything" Then I s** her nipple ring, eat that p**y, Listerine She coming, I make sure my b**h bad; she'll take yours And she do tricks on that dick like a skateboard [Chorus: 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) [Verse 4: French Montana] I push the drop and let her ride shotty My b**h bad lookin' like a bag of mollies Hit the crib, make a p**no, my diamonds flash like photos 500 on my auto and I bought it out, f** car note Shorty know exactly who the realest is Murder that AHH, leave no witnesses Started from the streets, turned to business Dirty bag of money, stack it to where that ceiling is [Verse 5: Black Cobain] Rollin' up some k**er, ridin' through my city Bumpin' bag of money, got a bag of money with me She conceited, she know that, she was down with a n***a before rap If I had the strap she would hold that, she don't even smoke but she'll roll that For me she drinkin' Henny she don't like it though She f** with real n***as cause that's all she know Make her pop that p**y hole, make her bring that money back You n***as couldn't f** my b**h if you gave her a hundred stacks [Chorus: 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 (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) [Outro: 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 me doin' donuts, hol' up (Oooh-ooh-whoo) (M-M-Maybach Music)