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[Intro: T.F] This goes out to all them bad bitches that ain't got no roaches in their cribs and shit Hahaha [Verse 1: T.F] Look, I got expensive habits, living lavish The shit is madness, four hundred on Gucci candles While they praying for my downfall I'm counting money and praying for Coogi flannels Semi-auto on my waistline, spinning through cities Ain't no looking back but I'm still stuck in my mirrors All my jewelry solid gold and it's heavy as parachutes Label meeting, tomahawk and asparagus The new crib came equipped with aquariums She said she been a fan since my performance in Maryland The Baccarat tumblers, they came in a set of six Mountain Valley on the rocks look like Sierra Mist Exotic Frenchies like a pair of pits Just sold some CareCredit for a pair of tits I got a flare gun that'll knock out a pair of lungs In one shot, that's if I hear alarms, I'm chilling [Chorus: Mique] Know how we getting down Shades on, them long nights I was dreaming we'd be chilling like this Sell that, flip that, smoke that, lay back Now we chilling like this Shades on, them long nights I was dreaming we'd be chilling like this Pull up if you're down for the ride, yeah [Verse 2: Westside Webb] Yeah, I got expensive habits, know I be living lavish This Baccarat I got on, I got matching scents in the candles These niggas in my face, they smile but can't stand him 'Til I come through tripping like Tony off The Sopranos She want the Scarface nigga, Tony Montana I'm out of town, sipping, white Louis Vuitton sandals You ever got it cracking on the beach cabanas? And all of 'em want a follow on your IG channel (I don't want no fuckin' Instagram, bitch) Yeah, that's some real shit Player games, baby, I'll probably tell you some trill shit If we get it right, we'd probably make us a mill quick And we could take a little Neiman Marcus field trip We already took care of that like where the bill went She said she want petite filets with the grilled shrimp How you try to flex them little hundreds? That's what our bill tip (Man, that's just what I gave the little bitch for the tip, nigga, you tripping) [Chorus: Mique] You know how we get down Shades on, them long nights I was dreaming we'd be chilling like this Sell that, flip that, smoke that, lay back Now we chilling like this Shades on, them long nights I was dreaming we'd be chilling like this Pull up if you're down for the ride, yeah