Money Habits (Bonus)

Gettin' money is a habit (Yeah)

These **** sneak dissin', throwin' shots like I won't catch it

Glizock

I live life up on the edge, bitch, that chopper sing like Jagged

Yeah, I'm 'bout to set some glue traps, I heard these **** rattin' (Cutthroat, Cutthroat, Cutthroat La Familia)

Aye, gettin' money is a habit

These **** sneak dissin', throwin' shots like I won't catch it

I live life up on the edge, bitch, that chopper sing like Jagged

Yeah, I'm 'bout to set some glue traps, I heard these **** rattin'

Aye, don't tell me that you love me, baby, get my name tatted

Aye, I still be with some **** that be soul and chain snatching

Multi-million-dollar ****, but I still keep that ratchet

Even when I'm gray and old, I'ma still be pistol-packing

I'ma still sip on codeine if I can

Glizock be that **** that got shooters on demand, yeah

I can get you hit up while my feet up in the sand, yeah

My lil' bro, he got guns, look like they from Afghanistan

Gettin' money ain't that hard, all you need is a plan

All I think about is money, I need to get a CAT scan

Diamonds jumpin' off the top rope like Rob Van Dam

I keep that "if you know, you know," a **** run up, man down

Yeah, I ain't never lackin'

I ain't worried 'bout these ****, I'm too busy stackin'

I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, I'm too busy stackin'

I jumped up off the porch and turned into a cash addict

Gettin' money is my habit

Aye, gettin' money is a habit

These **** sneak dissin', throwin' shots like I won't catch it

I live life up on the edge, bitch, that chopper sing like Jagged

Yeah, I'm 'bout to set some glue traps, I heard these **** rattin'

Baby, get my name tatted if you really love me

Skinny ass **** from South Memphis, pockets chubby

Aye, who left the water running? All my diamonds flooded

They call me Mr. Glock, lil' boy, don't make me press that button

Aye, this shit can get ugly, this shit can go bad

I be goin' to get this paper, these **** be goin' out sad

Before I leave this earth, tryna put a billion in my stash

Aye, I'm on my road to riches, my foot still up on the gas

Yeah, I'm still up on they ass, I gotta let 'em have it

Yeah, I keep that shit on, some people think it's tacky

She tryna get her freak on, just don't know how to ask me

Pissy yellow diamonds, I told Elliot, "This shit nasty"

Gettin' money is a habit

These **** sneak dissin', throwin' shots like I won't catch it

I live life up on the edge, bitch, that chopper sing like Jagged

Yeah, I'm 'bout to set some glue traps, I heard these **** rattin'

Aye, don't tell me that you love me, baby, get my name tatted

Aye, I still be with some **** that be soul and chain snatching

Multi-million-dollar ****, but I still keep that ratchet

Even when I'm gray and old, I'ma still be pistol-packing