Fifty Grand

"Bad Habits/Clutch"

[Part I: Bad Habits]

[Intro]
Fifty Grand
Ayo, Ian

[Verse 1]
I leave it all up to God (Woah)
I ain't even been to church (I ain't even been to church)
I say my favorite verse (Woah)
Hope god don't make me worse (Hope god don't make me worse)
If these drugs don't kill me first (Okay)
Then I might just do it myself (Myself)
I got Off-White on my jeans (My jeans)
I got Louis V on my belt (My belt)
And I came straight out the mud (The mud)
n*gga, I ain't even get no help (No help)
When I looked around for the gang (Gang)
n*gga, they were somewhere else (Uh, uh)
And these pills ain't doing enough (Woah)
So I might do something else (Okay)
And you n*ggas ain't feel me yet (Okay)
'Cause you don't even know what I felt, okay
I was in the hospital, I was f*cked up, I ain't even wanna live no more (No more)
And I felt like God didn't trust me, bro, I ain't even wanna feel no more (No more)
And these n*ggas changed up, they did not wanna keep it real no more (No more)
And I put down my cup, told my girl, “I ain't popping these seals no more” (No more)

[Verse 2]
Bad, bad
I got bad habits (I got bad habits)
Bad, bad (Woah)
I got bad habits (I got bad habits)
Bad, bad (Bad)
I got bad habits (I got bad habits)
Bad, bad (Bad)
I got bad habits (I got bad habits)
I'm not the one to be talking to, baby, you wanna do better than me, uh
I'm on these drugs like all day, baby, don't worry, don't stress 'bout me
Bad, bad
I got bad habits
Bad, bad
I got bad habits

[Part II: Clutch]

[Verse 3]
Fifty (Fifty Grand)
Got a big bag, but I want more (Brr, Sleepsound)
And my b*tch bad, but I want more (Yeah)
You can f*ck me, girl, he won't know
Live with his dad, lil' n*gga, he broke
Can't pop tags, lil' n*gga, he broke
I work hard, won't ever go broke
And my whole gang too real, won't fold
Lil' n*gga talk too much (Too much)
FaceTime call too much (Too much)
I just ball too much (Too much)
They want me to fall too much

[Chorus]
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came in clutch
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came in clutch (Clutch)
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came to clutch (Okay)
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came to (Yeah)

[Verse 4]
Y-3 sweats got too many pockets
Can't tell which one was holding my glockie
Bag so godamn big, it's full of this money, it should be holding a body
She want me in her life so bad, it feels like she be holding me hostage
No, I did not go to college
Yes, I still get cheese like cottage (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, my gang can't move sloppy, woah
We like the Illuminati, yeah
Please have mercy, Your Honor (Uh)
I'm tryna cuff on Rihanna (Uh)
Passport look like Kehlani (Uh, uh)
Passport look like graffiti (Uh, huh)
Came a long way from the beanie (Uh, huh)
You only call when you need me

[Chorus]
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came in clutch
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came in clutch (Clutch)
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came to clutch (Okay)
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came to
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came in clutch
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came in clutch (Clutch)
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came to clutch (Okay)
Yeah, money keep calling me, uh (Calling me)
It just came to

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