Bad Habits ft. Jim Jones Lyrics

Money in it, two got a hit, take your bet

I'll show you how to get money, I'll show you how to get some cash

I got a few habits that's hard to quit, niggas talk about carats, nah nigga that's a starter kit

I got 300 on my neck, boy I'm a soldier like Spartacus

We ain't jacking no threats, You know my soldiers start to sparking shit

I just made a hundred shit took me like 80 hours

Nigga if your face dirty, you can take you like 80 showers

They gon' wet that body up, it's like a nigga want to take a shower

I remember going to the store and buying five boxes of that baking powder

Cars were hidden compartments, birds that we hid in apartments

Buying that Drip from the store, so of course we did The departments

Copping watches out the box, same way we cop the drops too

I still be up in Harlem, all type of foreigns when I stop through

No fear nigga, beep beep tell that bitch come down

Hope she can swim she see my wrist, well then that bitch gon' drown, nasty

All this standing on business niggas gon' sit you down

If you got the work, well I still got me a list of towns

I got a few habits that's hard to quit, niggas talk about carats, nah nigga that's a starter kit

I got 300 on my neck, boy I'm a soldier like Spartacus

We ain't jacking no threats, You know my soldiers start to sparking shit

I got a few habits that's hard to quit, niggas talk about carats, nah nigga that's a starter kit

I got 300 on my neck, boy I'm a soldier like Spartacus

We ain't jacking no threats, You know my soldiers start to sparking shit

VVS's on my neck and my wrist, canary diamonds with the white lemonade and they pissed

This Glock could spit anyway, watch when they switch

Give em 60, from the seven Carmelo, no assist

Bad little bitch dressed in Fendi and Amiri

Keep a bag with a stick, for you Tom and you Jerry's

Put a band on your head and shoot like Jason Terry

Niggas pop right out the bush and get you pushed, don't you dare me

I got millionaire thoughts with billionaire dreams

Can't spell without a L, time to manifest the means

Came from locked up in a box, now in SAC with a beam

Free the homies out the cells, fuck them shackles and the greens

A box and addy could change a situation

I got homies catching packs back to back with low location

If it ain't about the money, there's no negotiation

I've been cutting for a dream since Freddy versus Jason

I got a few habits that's hard to quit, niggas talk about carats, nah nigga that's a starter kit

I got 300 on my neck, boy I'm a soldier like Spartacus

We ain't jacking no threats, You know my soldiers start to sparking shit

Here I go, hey yo you know who the fuck it is, B.H. Shine, Mr. GKB himself

Shout out to my nigga, Mr. Muggee, niggas about to get this fucking money

All you goofy niggas that's hating out there suck my dick

I hate all you niggas, y'all niggas is bozo clowns

Y'all niggas know what the fuck it is man, it's time to get this fucking money man

Shine like robo, heavy on it, your broke ass niggas, hating this shit

You know what the fuck, yo muggee man, kill these niggas, you heard