Habits – Baby Smoove

Rich nigga habits
Pounds in the cabinet
No cap, I’m really havin’

Balenciaga habits
Model bitch 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 nigga 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
Nigga sneak dissin’, I’ma go and fuck your sister
I like Dolce & Gabanna
My bitch in new Prada
AK solve the problems, we gon’ drop ’em when we spot ’em
I love all my bitches
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 bitches, 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 fuckin’ Bape
I heard your shit was fake
I drink so much fuckin’ drank, my nigga 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 bitches 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 fuck 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