Habits lyrics

[Intro]
Rich n*gga habits
Pounds in the cabinet
No cap, I'm really havin'

[Verse]
Balenciaga habits
Model b*tch smashin'
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 n*gga 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
n*gga sneak dissin', I'ma go and f*ck your sister
I like Dolce & Gabanna
My b*tch in new Prada
AK solve the problems, we gon' drop 'em when we spot 'em
I love all my b*tches
Perkies got my itching
I get money for a living, I'ma pour dirty prescription
I got superstar ways
I'm super, super paid
I got all foreign b*tches, 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 f*ckin' Bape
I heard your sh*t was fake
I drink so much f*ckin' drank, my n*gga 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 it's touring, I go to Saks when it's pouring
Double cup super dirty
She swallow mode, ain't Kirby
When you in a fast car, it seem like you in a hurry
She give me head in the morning
All my b*tches 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 f*ck 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