All that *, yeah, put all that * in the bag
All that *
All that *
Talkin' bout the money, that's a bad habit
Flexin' with the money, that's a bad habit
Damn, not again, damn, not again
Damn, not again, damn, not again
Trickin' on these souls, that's a bad habit
Stuntin' on these souls, that's a bad habit
Damn, not again, damn, not again
Damn, not again, damn, not again
I like that printin' money with the crease on it
And that rented pussy with the lease on it
When I'm in future mode, I'ma beast on it
Kill a pussy dead and gone, rest in peace on it
I be down, girl, that bumper need a tag for it
You gon' make a nigga get the Louis bag for it
I really shouldn't even spend up all his cash for it
Love it when you slow it down and press fast forward
Tell me what you want, I'ma give you what you want

You get offended if I ask for it
No layups tryna dunk you off the back, boy
You a trophy, I can sit you on my desk, boy
Fell in love with some foreign with my passport
We in the cut, but they lookin' cut them bands out
Your man a duck, he just lookin' for a handout
We just made a mess, they brought the garbage cans out
And we runnin' through the money till they ran out
Talkin' bout the money, that's a bad habit
Flexin' with the money, that's a bad habit
Damn, not again, damn, not again
Uh-huh, damn, not again, damn, not again
Uh-huh, trickin' on these hoes, that's a bad habit
I love it, ho
Stuntin' on these hoes, that's a bad habit
* it, ho
Damn, not again, damn, not again
Uh-huh, damn, not again, damn, not again
Uh-huh, you with that broke nigga, I feel bad for you
Bad
Shoppers, prez, we at the bank, hella bad for you
Bad
I got hunnids, I got fifties, I can't count it off
Can't count it off
* a bottle, I bought fifty, I can't down it off
Can't down it off
I can't help it, I'm just flexin' like I got it off
I can't help it, mixin' soda with the Tylenol
She can smell the money on us, cause we got it on
Keep a seatbelt for them hoes that's tryna ride along
I ain't trippin', I just came to get these ones out
You know we love them pigeon hoes, we brought the crumbs out
With my goons poppin' bottles like the guns out
Club promoters say we bout to run the funds out
Talkin' bout the money, that's a bad habit
Flexin' with the money, that's a bad habit
Damn, not again, damn, not again
Uh-huh
Damn, not again, damn, not again
Uh-huh
Trickin' on these soles, that's a bad habit
I love you, hoes
Stuntin' on these soles, that's a bad habit
* you, hoes
Damn, not again, damn, not again
Uh-huh
Damn, not again, damn, not again
Uh-huh
They told me it's a very bad habit to continue chasin' money
But I find this habit hard to break
I'm addicted to them M's
Haha