All that *, yeah, put all that * in the bagAll that *All that *Talkin' bout the money, that's a bad habitFlexin' with the money, that's a bad habitDamn, not again, damn, not againDamn, not again, damn, not againTrickin' on these souls, that's a bad habitStuntin' on these souls, that's a bad habitDamn, not again, damn, not againDamn, not again, damn, not againI like that printin' money with the crease on itAnd that rented pussy with the lease on itWhen I'm in future mode, I'ma beast on itKill a pussy dead and gone, rest in peace on itI be down, girl, that bumper need a tag for itYou gon' make a nigga get the Louis bag for itI really shouldn't even spend up all his cash for itLove it when you slow it down and press fast forwardTell me what you want, I'ma give you what you wantYou get offended if I ask for itNo layups tryna dunk you off the back, boyYou a trophy, I can sit you on my desk, boyFell in love with some foreign with my passportWe in the cut, but they lookin' cut them bands outYour man a duck, he just lookin' for a handoutWe just made a mess, they brought the garbage cans outAnd we runnin' through the money till they ran outTalkin' bout the money, that's a bad habitFlexin' with the money, that's a bad habitDamn, not again, damn, not againUh-huh, damn, not again, damn, not againUh-huh, trickin' on these hoes, that's a bad habitI love it, hoStuntin' on these hoes, that's a bad habit* it, hoDamn, not again, damn, not againUh-huh, damn, not again, damn, not againUh-huh, you with that broke nigga, I feel bad for youBadShoppers, prez, we at the bank, hella bad for youBadI got hunnids, I got fifties, I can't count it offCan't count it off* a bottle, I bought fifty, I can't down it offCan't down it offI can't help it, I'm just flexin' like I got it offI can't help it, mixin' soda with the TylenolShe can smell the money on us, cause we got it onKeep a seatbelt for them hoes that's tryna ride alongI ain't trippin', I just came to get these ones outYou know we love them pigeon hoes, we brought the crumbs outWith my goons poppin' bottles like the guns outClub promoters say we bout to run the funds outTalkin' bout the money, that's a bad habitFlexin' with the money, that's a bad habitDamn, not again, damn, not againUh-huhDamn, not again, damn, not againUh-huhTrickin' on these soles, that's a bad habitI love you, hoesStuntin' on these soles, that's a bad habit* you, hoesDamn, not again, damn, not againUh-huhDamn, not again, damn, not againUh-huhThey told me it's a very bad habit to continue chasin' moneyBut I find this habit hard to breakI'm addicted to them M'sHaha