Huh, someone pour me a four, take shots in the back, no rolls
I don't give no f*cks hell nah 'cause you know I ain't got love for hoes
I spend a bag, get it back, and I'm blowing her back
I kick her out, you now I'm never gon slack
I'm chasing the Benji's I'm chasing the bag, yeah
Louis bag, yeah it's a bad habit
Huh, bands up in the air, when I walk they stop & stare
And my chains Dior they shine, make a bitch go blind no solar flare
Checks on my kicks cause you know that I'm standin on bands
Niggas dressing like me, they be acting like fans
You actin a fan now I'm getting bands, yeah
I'm ready to cash out, nigga get back, yeah
Balenci & Prada, you ain't getting nada
But I get it all, I'm in love with designer
True Religion on my coat, it's noir
Why you dressin like me? I don't know who you are, nah
Praying on my downfall? You an atheist
Swear to god all you bitches be crazy
Got a tri-cross on me cause I'm blessed, yeah
Throwing bands up in the air, huh
If I go run up that bag, Ima get it back, huh
All these niggas going out bad, I ain't going out sad
Keep my cross up, yeah, no I'll never sell my soul
Ima keep this shit on going, yeah cause I need more
Huh, someone pour me a four, take shots in the back, no rolls
I don't give no f*cks hell nah 'cause you know I ain't got love for hoes
I spend a bag, get it back, and I'm blowing her back
I kick her out, you now I'm never gon slack
I'm chasing the Benji's I'm chasing the bag, yeah
Louis bag, yeah it's a bad habit
If I go run up that bag, Ima get it back, huh
All these niggas going out bad, I ain't going out sad
Keep my cross up, yeah, no I'll never sell my soul
Ima keep this shit on going, yeah cause I need more
Yvng N - MONEY HABITS (feat. Lonely Cortell) Lyrics
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Huh, someone pour me a four, take shots in the back, no rolls
I don't give no f*cks hell nah 'cause you know I ain't got love for hoes
I spend a bag, get it back, and I'm blowing her back
I kick her out, you now I'm never gon slack
I'm chasing the Benji's I'm chasing the bag, yeah
Louis bag, yeah it's a bad habit
Huh, bands up in the air, when I walk they stop & stare
And my chains Dior they shine, make a bitch go blind no solar flare
Checks on my kicks cause you know that I'm standin on bands
Niggas dressing like me, they be acting like fans
You actin a fan now I'm getting bands, yeah
I'm ready to cash out, nigga get back, yeah
Balenci & Prada, you ain't getting nada
But I get it all, I'm in love with designer
True Religion on my coat, it's noir
Why you dressin like me? I don't know who you are, nah
Praying on my downfall? You an atheist
Swear to god all you bitches be crazy
Got a tri-cross on me cause I'm blessed, yeah
Throwing bands up in the air, huh
If I go run up that bag, Ima get it back, huh
All these niggas going out bad, I ain't going out sad
Keep my cross up, yeah, no I'll never sell my soul
Ima keep this shit on going, yeah cause I need more
Huh, someone pour me a four, take shots in the back, no rolls
I don't give no f*cks hell nah 'cause you know I ain't got love for hoes
I spend a bag, get it back, and I'm blowing her back
I kick her out, you now I'm never gon slack
I'm chasing the Benji's I'm chasing the bag, yeah
Louis bag, yeah it's a bad habit
If I go run up that bag, Ima get it back, huh
All these niggas going out bad, I ain't going out sad
Keep my cross up, yeah, no I'll never sell my soul
Ima keep this shit on going, yeah cause I need more
I don't give no f*cks hell nah 'cause you know I ain't got love for hoes
I spend a bag, get it back, and I'm blowing her back
I kick her out, you now I'm never gon slack
I'm chasing the Benji's I'm chasing the bag, yeah
Louis bag, yeah it's a bad habit
Huh, bands up in the air, when I walk they stop & stare
And my chains Dior they shine, make a bitch go blind no solar flare
Checks on my kicks cause you know that I'm standin on bands
Niggas dressing like me, they be acting like fans
You actin a fan now I'm getting bands, yeah
I'm ready to cash out, nigga get back, yeah
Balenci & Prada, you ain't getting nada
But I get it all, I'm in love with designer
True Religion on my coat, it's noir
Why you dressin like me? I don't know who you are, nah
Praying on my downfall? You an atheist
Swear to god all you bitches be crazy
Got a tri-cross on me cause I'm blessed, yeah
Throwing bands up in the air, huh
If I go run up that bag, Ima get it back, huh
All these niggas going out bad, I ain't going out sad
Keep my cross up, yeah, no I'll never sell my soul
Ima keep this shit on going, yeah cause I need more
Huh, someone pour me a four, take shots in the back, no rolls
I don't give no f*cks hell nah 'cause you know I ain't got love for hoes
I spend a bag, get it back, and I'm blowing her back
I kick her out, you now I'm never gon slack
I'm chasing the Benji's I'm chasing the bag, yeah
Louis bag, yeah it's a bad habit
If I go run up that bag, Ima get it back, huh
All these niggas going out bad, I ain't going out sad
Keep my cross up, yeah, no I'll never sell my soul
Ima keep this shit on going, yeah cause I need more
Writer: Ignacio Lopez
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