Habits

Yeah Yeah, yeah yeah Yeah All my habits expensive F*ck I look like being broke Do too much Do too much She swear I do the most Yeah All my bitches bad take em shopping up in saks Treat em all the same Know with me no strings attached Yeah Pape up on my mind You can tell by my demeanor Money come and go These bitches too so you can keep her Do what I do don't need a reason I'm in the field you in the bleachers Lately I been scheming (Scheming) Lately she been feigning Yeah Ian got no love Blood cold I'm anemic I was cooling But they done woke up the demon Yeah High off these drugs Ion speak cause it ain't needed In sum fast Couldn't even tell that I was speeding, yeah They like how the f*ck he do that How he make that shit look easy Ian even try But these people wanna be me Ballin every season Play with me, you meet the reaper Just want her, Ion need her SRT know I abuse it This bit here a groupie She want me to mention her in my music I'm high, Ian stupid Can't love you, Ian cupid Yeah All this Louie V on me you'll think they sponsor me Don't need you honestly I roll Opps in grabba Leafs Yeah Switching outta veecs Just be jumping in an outta whips Trouble follow me I steer away but it's in the rear Za keep me at peace Being broke my only fear Never in the clear That's just how I feel If I sign a deal I'm making plays in Beverly hills She just met her idol When I speak it give her chills Yeah Ian linking up ain't doing songs These niggas weird (Weird as hell) Being broke is a disease and yeen cured Get up in that mood Don't talk to me don't wanna hear it (Don't wanna hear it) I'm living lavish I look up see chandeliers (Lavish) The Pape you niggas made I done smoked that Ina year Niggas made, I done smoked that Ina year Yeah