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
Writer(s): Ozro Graham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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