Money Habits Lyrics – Key Glock

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[Intro]
Getting money is a habit, yeah
These n!ggas sneak dissing, throwing shots like I won’t catch it (Glizock)
I life live up on the edge, b!tch, that chopper sing like Janet (Uh, cutthroat, cutthroat, Cutthroat La Familia)
Yeah, I’m ’bout to set some glue traps, I heard these n!ggas ratting (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Ayy, getting money is a habit
These n!ggas sneak dissing, throwing shots like I wouldn’t catch it (The fu*k?)
I life live up on the edge, b!tch, that chopper sing like Janet (Fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, I’m ’bout to set some glue traps, I heard these n!ggas ratting
[Verse 1]
Ayy, don’t tell me that you love me baby, get my name tatted (Mwah)
Ayy, I still be with some n!ggas that be soul and chain snatching, yeah
Multi-million dollar n!gga but I still keep that ratchet, yeah
Even when I’m grey and old I’ma still be pistol packing (The fu*k?)
I’ma still sip on codeine if I can (Phew, phew)
Glizock be that n!gga that got shooters on demand, 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
Getting 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
Diamonds jumping off the top rope like Rob Van Dam
I keep that if you know you know, a n!gga run up, man down (Fah, fah, fah, fah, let’s go)
Yeah, I ain’t never lacking (Uh-uh)
I ain’t worried ’bout these n!ggas, I’m too busy stacking, yeah
I ain’t worried ’bout these b!tches, I’m too busy stacking, yeah
I jumped up off the porch and turned into a cash addict, yeah
Getting money is my habit (Ayy, uhh)

[Chorus]
Ayy, getting money is a habit, yeah
These n!ggas sneak dissing, throwing shots like I won’t catch it (The fu*k?)
I life live up on the edge, b!tch, that chopper sing like Janet (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, I’m ’bout to set some glue traps, I heard these n!ggas ratting

[Verse 2]
Baby get my name tatted (Mwah), if you really love me (Love me)
Skinny-ass n!gga from South Memphis, pockets cheddar, yeah
Ayy, who left the water running? (Huh?)
All my diamonds flooded, yeah
They call me Mr. Glock, lil’ boy, don’t make me press that button, yeah
Ayy, this s*it can get ugly (Ugly), this s*it can go bad, yeah
I’ve been going to get this paper, these n!ggas be going out sad, yeah
Ayy, before I leave this earth (Earth), I’m trying to put a billion in my stash (Stash, yeah)
Ayy, I’m on my road to riches (Skrrt, skrrt), my foot still up on the gas, yeah
Yeah, I’m still up on their ass, I gotta let ’em have it (Uh)
Yeah, I keep that s*it on, some people think it’s (??)
She trynna get her freak on, just don’t know how to ask me (Uh-huh)
Pissy yellow diamonds I told Eliantte this s*it nasty (The fu*k?)

[Chorus]
Ayy, getting money is a habit, yeah
These n!ggas sneak dissing, throwing shots like I won’t catch it (The fu*k?)
I life live up on the edge, b!tch, that chopper sing like Janet (Fah, fah, fah)
Yeah, I’m ’bout to set some glue traps, I heard these n!ggas ratting

[Outro]
Ayy, don’t tell me that you love me baby, get my name tatted (Mwah)
Ayy, I still be with some n!ggas that be soul and chain snatching, yeah
Multi-million dollar n!gga but I still keep that ratchet (Fah)
Even when I’m grey and old I’ma still be pistol packing
Yeah
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