Habits

Lyrics

Rich nigga habits
 Pounds in the cabinet
 No cap, I'm really havin'
 Balenciaga habits
 Model bitch smashin' (Yeah)
 Hellcat stabbin', made a living off of plastic
 I be Akorn sippin'
 Big money spendin'
 I'm really lavish living, uh, my office expensive
 I be Wockhardt droppin'
 SRT shoppin'
 These Off-White shoes, they got spikes at the bottom
 I got rich nigga habits
 Pounds in the cabinet
 I never stop cashin', no cap, I'm really havin'
 I'm a real Porsche whipper
 Gucci by my zipper
 Nigga sneak dissin', I'ma go and fuck his sister
 I like Dolce & Gabanna
 My bitch in love wit' Prada
 AK solve the problems, we gon' drop 'em when we spot 'em
 I love all my bitches
 Perkies got me itching
 I get money for a living, I'ma pour granny prescription
 I got superstar ways
 I'm super, super paid
 I got all foreign bitches, tryna make 'em say my name
 My exotic 'Woods is fat
 Boy, you smoking cap
 High as hell pouring up, spilling red on my lap
 I got so much fuckin' Bape
 I heard your shit was fake
 I drink so much fuckin' drank, my nigga hit your drank
 I came out with all fifties
 I get love in your city
 I'm plug in my city, my T-shirt was five fifty
 I got a flight in the morning
 It's just a label, nothing important
 In Off-White when I'm touring, I go to Saks when it's boring
 Double cup super dirty
 She swallow more than Kirby
 When you in a fast car, it seem like you in a hurry
 She give me head in the morning
 All my bitches gorgeous
 You don't understand my life 'cause you ain't never been important
 I mix red with the Wock'
 I never shared a pop
 You switched crews five times, when the fuck is you gon' stop?
 Fendi bag, no Supreme
 You can't afford Celine
 You ain't even gotta ask, hell yeah, I'm drinking lean
 

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Duration
01:49
Key
1
Tempo
160 BPM

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