HABiBi Lyrics

Money don't make me

Product of sin

My blessings

Been flowing lately

Give thanks to mom

My faith in god

I'm on the big screen

Smell of sauvage

She jumping on, tryna tempt me

Medusa stoned

the 45. Chrome

Google me

I'm on, 100 pages

Trying to see where my net worth from

Late nights at Tao

You in the crowd

She got kids now

Remember when we had it all

We made rain fall

Now I'm in every city

Running whenever names called

Painting the picture

Perfect moment

Kodak the black card

Fuck what the haters sayin

Knowing they tryna act hard

Global mission, They want my blood to stop existing

I'll never back off

Left the back door, Open the back end

Better come packin'

My Goyard, Cant fit cash in

Her ass don't fit

Inside them jeans

Reasons i never quit

(Pour up another 5th, Toast to all my)

Poe the edgar allen up

Had enough

She left for dead

Don't add it up

Been mad af

My pleasure left, its in abyss

Deeper than the reasons you been acting up

Don't flip a bitch, now we here

Look what we did

Houdini

How i lost my head

Times i had with ya

Marni out the Attica then France

I toured the world

Polo Marco on my fit evident for this

Lifestyle im living

Puttin up my hands

Praises to the most high

Tell them Run them bands

Inshallah a 100 grand

More than that

Billboards and mortgage cash

Suicide my doors i dash

Don't need the key to be attatched

Rearview up on my past

Leave em in the dirt my ass

Put em on a leash

I drag

Jim Carrey wear a mask

Real scary where im at

Pull the weapons out the back

Told that i love her

A couple times

Before we fell off bad