Trey Songz:
My (*##$ bad, my (*##$ cold
Young (*##$ with an old soul

Lesson that she learn cause her momma showed her
Probably should have hit it when her momma throwed it
My old (*##$ but she look young

Smart (*##$ but she look dumb
Yo (*##$ bored but she look fun
My white (*##$, my black one

Go chains my platinum, my skinny girl
Lil bitty waist, wit her pretty face and dat fat one
Slow Songs, f-ck Songs, my soul songs, my club songs

Yuup Songz, what's up Songz, yall ^!$$%s never gonna touch Songz
Bet yo baby momma wanna f-ck Songz
You seen dat, she feign dat, Giuseppe Zanotti bag

Addicted to my money and she never go to rehab
It's full of hundreds if you look up in the bag (up in the bag)
Like dat, my (*##$ bad,bad!!


[Chorus:]
Oh, oh my (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money

That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she's always ride it for me

My (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)

She got me caught up in the moment, she got me caught up in the moment

She got me caught up in the moment, she got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
F-ck her good and make her call me in the morning


Oh, oh my (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she's always ride it for me
My (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money

That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)


Wale:
Temporary forever, levitate wit a ^!$$%

I can tease you till you hate me, bet you hate them naval kisses
We can do like eight positions, hit it till yo make up missing
Baby girl my stroke official and you know I paint that picture

Hoes on my line, most of em' nines
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 wit brown, got me quite open for a while
So let me in or let me out!
And I like my !@!@&& bright, and I like my window tinted out

Shout out at them strippers who hustle get yours you know what dis about
I just might throw a big amount, don't know if im pose ta take you out
I just know dat im pose to praise you up

Don't mean I ain't pose to take you down (Word Up!!)

[Chorus:]

Oh, oh my (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I f-ck her good and she's always ride it for me
My (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)


She got me caught up in the moment, she got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment, she got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it

F-ck her good and make her call me in the morning

Oh, oh my (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money

That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she's always ride it for me
My (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money

I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)

Meek Millz:
My (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money

Every time she f-ck me she say ?can I have some money??
And I say can I get a 3some she said ?boy you funny!?
But I be like forreal just pick up dat phone call up one of yo girls
When I'm on that pill and I pop that purr
Girl, I put in that work

Long as she come to me first its fourteen racks that I put on that purse
%#@!, that Birkin bag, make a old dude mad, when I murk through pass, in a dark blue Jag
Say she like my style but I talk to fast,
And I got that drive and she just might crash
Hold up!

She say she f-cking wit me the long way
She gonna ride this dick I had a long day (a long day)
^!$$% look at my (*##$, he lookin da wrong way
Somethin mean look exactly just like the song say

[Chorus:]

Oh, oh my (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I $#&@ her good and she's always ride it for me
My (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money (she bad, bad, bad)
That (*##$ bad looking like a bag of money (she bad, bad, bad)
I go and get it and I let her count it for me

I f-ck her good and she always riding it for me (she ride it for me)

She got me caught up in the moment, she got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment, she got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
F-ck her good and make her call me in the morning