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conversations.value: Write me a song called Bag Of Money (Extended Remix) with the following description: Not too long after the official remix to Bag of Money was released, MMG decided to take the song a little further by featuring artists like Trina, Rockie Fresh, and Tyga. The extended remix also features extended verses from Yo Gotti, French Montana, and Black Cobain. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [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)
  [Bridge: Rick Ross & (Wale)]
  She got me caught up in the moment (You got some nice pineapples, for real)
  She got me caught up in the moment (Wale though, double M, remix)
  I only kiss her when she on it
  White Ferrari and she got her doin' donuts, hol' up
  [Verse 1: Wale]
  She 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 poking now
  Numbers we ain't throwing down, not me, no way, no how
  Cause you know them screenshot broads always gonna run they mouth
  Okay, 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're my bag of my money, you're my bag of honey
  I beez in your trap, while you're yelling fuck me
  I be on some other shit
  Maybach O 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)
  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 3: 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 duffel 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 [Verse 4: 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
  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 will get ate for dinner, but I’m hungry for some money
  Every time I go and get it, then I’ll let you count it for me
  [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 5: Trina]
  I-I-I’m looking like a money money money badge
  That’s why these niggas want me bad
  Cause I’m so fucking special, diamonds and precious metals
  Giuseppe stilettos, I’m the queen of the ghetto
  Trina, I stay winning, I keep these niggas spinning
  I’m looking for a boss, let me be your lieutenant
  Let me be your masseuse, fine head in the coupe
  Ménage in the suite, boy, you know I’m the truth
  I stay stunning, looking like a bad of hundreds
  You know your momma running, I keep that money coming
  He bring that money home, he let me count it for him
  Now I’m married to the mob and I’m riding for him [Verse 6: 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
  [Verse 7: Tyga]
  Uh, Maybach Riders, gold chain buyers
  Gold wings saline your bitch say I’m the fliest
  I make five thou gold ya’ll, spent that in about an hour
  And my bitch like Bob May, ball hard 'til I get the callous
  Shout out I ain’t got no stylist, shout out to you niggas keep trying
  Bag of money, bag of money, I eat the money like I eat the pussy
  King gold chains, they follow me, presidential car presidential suite
  She bad and all, model type, but I like me a big booty
  One time for them 9 to 5’s, one time for them stripper dimes
  One time for them college girls, one time for those who can’t decide
  I love her more I take them all, she doing bad I break her off
  I’m T-Raw, don’t need ya’ll, everything I do is so well done
  [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 8: French Montana]
  I push the drop and let her ride shotty
  My bitch bad looking 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 businesses
  Dirty bag of money, stack it to where that ceiling is
  Got, shorty, grab it, take it, to that, money
  Shorty, dancing, for them, hundreds, got me, paying, on exonics
  Bitch I’m balling all green, trying to buy a ball team
  No I suit her, roosting, know we going all in
  [Verse 9: Black Cobain]
  Rolling up some killer, riding through my city
  Bumping 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 drinking 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
  She all about a purse, not a bag, though, she work
  When I’m in the pussy I surf, when she bless a nigga, like church
  I’m on this bag of money remix
  I’ll be all up in her Vickie’s but she cannot keep a secret
  [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)
  [Bridge: Rick Ross & (T-Pain)]
  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 (Ooh, when she on it)
  White Ferrari and she got me doin' donuts, hol' up (Oooh-ooh-whoo)
  [Outro]
  M-M-Maybach Music