Wale Bag of Money Remix – Mp3 Download (ft Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)

Download another hot mp3 song by Wale ft. Rick Ross, Lil Wayne, Yo Gotti, French Montana & T-Pain and this song is titled “Bag of Money (Remix)”.

Actually this song became more wonderful that he did the official remix featuring too trending stars.

Listen up below!.

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Wale Bag Of Money Lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross & (T-Pain)]

M-M-M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music

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 kill that pussy 9 times

I slow it down, let me slow it down

Ever since I hit that look at it that shit, 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’ fuck me

I be on some other shit

Maybach all up in this bitch

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

[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 bitch amazin’, 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

[Verse 4: Lil Wayne]

Uh, my-my bitch 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 pussy”, I say “tell me anything”

Then I suck her nipple ring, eat that pussy, Listerine

She coming, I make sure my bitch 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 bitch bad lookin’ like a bag of mollies

Hit the crib, make a porno, my diamonds flash like photos

500 on my auto and I bought it out, fuck 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 killer, 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 nigga 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 fuck with real niggas cause that’s all she know

Make her pop that pussy hole, make her bring that money back

You niggas couldn’t fuck my bitch if you gave her a hundred stacks