Habits

OK, Max Yeah Look I'm running on my own tab, baby My money got a habit on it You're singing all my old tracks, maybe I could get you automatic She want Dior though, for sure though Max don't miss a beat, but I want you to order fieri Serving up the heat, but I want you to order quiero Swaying to the beat, I want you ready Go get ready, put your red on it No matter what you want, I'm gonna put you on You get your Louis on, babe Take you to Saint Laurent Go eat at restaurant You put your Louis on, babe She got it, got it I seen her up at the party, party Yeah, yeah, yeah She go'n hit me up Cause you know that I ain't just somebody When I hit that body She throw it back, getting naughtier Went back on road Hit a party with my old clique I'm on a roll I can pick you up, I know that I'm in control Ride with my baby in slow-mo Went back on road Sit back, I'ma take you there She want Dior though, for sure though Max don't miss a beat, but I want you to order fieri Serving up the heat, but I want you to order quiero Swaying to the beat, I want you ready Go get ready, put your red on it She got it, got it I seen her up at the party, party And I know you got that naughty Give it to me, how she move that body When I mix that cup You know that I'm just getting started Drive by late night, we should Stay all night, make a movie scene I don't care if anybody else gon' see The shape of your body an hourglass it's for me I'm running on my own tab, baby My money got a habit on it You're singing all my old tracks, maybe I could get you automatic She want Dior though, for sure though Max don't miss a beat, but I want you to order fieri Serving up the heat, but I want you to order quiero Swaying to the beat, I want you ready Go get ready, put your red on it