Habitual

I get hella hoes habitual
They pray that I'm down spiritual
I'm bonded to money chemical
Aye You finally not broke it's a miracle
I was left behind residual
Y'all niggas ain't shit expendable
I been touting guns criminal
Big bag on me yours is just minimal

I got her legs to the ceiling
Yo bitch screaming harder than Lu Kang When she kicking
I'm tryna stack up a million
By the time I hit 40 man it'll be billion
Fuck it my goal Jeff Bozeman a Trillion
But right here I'm making a killing
Y'all boys y'all say on the same thing
But most of y'all watches is plain Jane
I'm bugs bunny with these carrots
Ok I get under y'all skin scarab
I'm feeling real presidential
Boi just come here and check my credentials
You not getting work cuz you not essential
I stay in the back I don't get involved
I'm a drug to the mass just like fentanyl
My name in they mouth like the shit engraved
Yo juice running out like it's Minute Maid
I'm stacking dead presidentials
So that mean a young nigga just getting paid
Bossing up on a fuck nigga
No motivation y'all just stay in place
Doing 9 to 5 work like a fucking slave
I promise you I ain't tryna talk shit
It just seem like it cuz I'm on boss shit
If a problem den we can just start shit
It will finish when I start to pop shit
GDs be my fucking diamonds
Bought em with crips in my fucking pocket
Too much cash overload the wallet
Addiction to spending I got a problem
Boys Hating so I keep a rocket
And I gotta Fn tucked in my pocket

I get hella hoes habitual
They pray that I'm down spiritual
I'm bonded to money chemical
Aye You finally not broke it's a miracle
I was left behind residual
Y'all niggas ain't shit expendable
I been touting guns criminal
Big bag on me yours is just minimal

Aye look I got this
I more locked in like sweat in dry fit
Red at feet boi they think I'm a rocket
Remember days niggas thought I was not shit
Nigga been hip to this shit like a pelvis
Cutting up like my first name Elvis
Hot asf they be thinking I'm hell bent
Only fans I be having some content
Oh this blend polyester not cotton
If ya bitch want it I got it
Young asf with old head in my pocket
No television but I'm getting noggin
Coupe electrical it just came off the socket
On Twitter shit cuz I'm the topic that's trending
Yo bank account pending
Mine full of 0's it don't really gotta ending
This the beginning
I stand on racks racks racks
My neck is bending right under the ceiling
I ain't worried bout them boys you see
Niggas hate so imma let that shit be
They See I'm wining know that shit cutting deep
Ain't have before now they paying a fee
Hating high key
But paying all this money just to see me

I get hella hoes habitual
They pray that I'm down spiritual
I'm bonded to money chemical
Aye You finally not broke it's a miracle
I was left behind residual
Y'all niggas ain't shit expendable
I been touting guns criminal
Big bag on me yours is just minimal



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Writer(s): Hykeem Jean-louis
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