Текст песни Money Habits (Bonus) - Key Glock

Gettin' money is a habit (yeah)
These nigga sneak dissin', throwin' shots like I won't catch it (Glizock)
I live life up on the edge, bitch, that choppa sing like Janet (uh, cutthroat, cutthroat, Cutthroat La Familia)
Yeah, I'm 'bout to set some glue traps, I heard these niggas rattin' (yeah, yeah)

Ay, gettin' money is a habit
These nigga sneak dissin', throwin' shots like I won't catch it (the fuck?)
I live life up on the edge, bitch, that choppa sing like Janet (fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, I'm 'bout to set some glue traps, I heard these niggas rattin'

Ay, don't tell me that you love me baby, get my name tatted (mwah)
Ay, I still be with some niggas that be soul and chain snatchin' (yeah)
Multi-million dollar nigga, but I still keep that ratchet (yeah)
Even when I'm gray and old, I'ma still be pistol packin' (the fuck?)

I'ma still sip on codeine if I can (phew, phew, I can)
Glizock be that nigga that got shooters on demand (yeah)
Yeah, I can get you hit up while my feet up in the sand (yeah)
My lil' bro he got guns, look like they from Afghanistan (yeah)

Gettin' money ain't that hard, all you need is a plan (plan)
All I think about is money, I need to get a CAT scan (yeah)
Diamond jumpin' off the top rope like Rob Van Dam (phew-phew-phew)
I keep that if you know you know, a nigga run up, man down (fah, fah, fah, fah, let's go)

Yeah, I ain't never lackin' (uh-uh)
I ain't worried 'bout these niggas, I'm too busy stackin' (phew-phew, yeah)
I ain't worried 'bout these bitches, I'm too busy stackin' (phew-phew, yeah)
I jumped up off the porch and turned into a cash addict (yeah)
Gettin' money is my habit (ay, uh)

Ay, gettin' money is a habit (phew, yeah)
These nigga sneak dissin', throwin' shots like I won't catch it (the fuck?)
I live life up on the edge, bitch, that choppa sing like Janet (fah, fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, I'm 'bout to set some glue traps, I heard these niggas rattin' (yeah)

Baby get my name tatted (mwah), if you really love me (love me)
Skinny-ass nigga from South Memphis, pockets chubby (yeah)
Ay, who left the water runnin'? (Huh?) All my diamonds flooded (yeah)
They call me Mr. Glock, lil' boy, don't make me press that button (yeah)

Ay, this shit can get ugly (ugly), this shit can go bad (yeah)
I've been goin' to get this paper, these niggas be goin' out sad (phew-phew, yeah)
Before I leave this earth (earth), tryna put a billion in my stash (stash, yeah)
Ay, I'm on my road to riches (skrrt, skrrt), my foot still up on the gas (yeah)

Yeah, I'm still up on they ass, I gotta let 'em have it (uh)
Yeah, I keep that shit on, some people think it's tacky (yeah)
She tryna get her freak on, just don't know how to ask me (uh-huh)
Pissy yellow diamonds, I told Elliot this shit nasty (the fuck? Phew-phew)

Ay, gettin' money is a habit (yeah)
These nigga sneak dissin', throwin' shots like I won't catch it (the fuck?)
I live life up on the edge, bitch, that choppa sing like Janet (fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, I'm 'bout to set some glue traps, I heard these niggas rattin' (yeah)

Ay, don't tell me that you love me baby, get my name tatted (mwah)
Ay, I still be with some niggas that be soul and chain snatchin'
Multi-million dollar nigga, but I still keep that ratchet (fah)
Even when I'm gray and old, I'ma still be pistol packin'
Yeah, 5L