Routine (feat. Rick Ross & Meek Mill)

歌詞

Yeah So much money you gotta put that shit on a scale, nigga We ain't never goin' back to being broke One time for all my young niggas in the trenches (Woo) Ain't chasing a bitch, I'm chasing a dream (You know the routine) Ah, damn, look what a nigga done made of the team (You know the routine) I know why they jealous, I be on the type of stuff they never seen (You know the routine) Whole 'nother level, I shit on them niggas and ain't even mean it (Whoa, whoa) Young nigga blowin' old money, spend a milli', make it back (Whoa, whoa) Made enough off a old hustle, I don't even gotta rap (Whoa) Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the routine) Poppin' them tags, gettin' them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the routine) Mike Amiri put a hole in my jeans I ain't playin', in a whole 'nother league Go to Philly, then I go to Reddys Then I get a Rollie, then I meet a bitch And then I get a zip And then I take a dip into her womaness I feel like Carson Wentz I got the wisdom If a nigga sit the bench I got a funny feeling that you niggas fooling Boy, he still the coldest This the moment I come different, yeah Yeah, BAPE, Folarin, no monkey business Can't H&M us, no Shout out to women in Cape Town Africa's always a great time Donald said all of us live in huts I tell him, "Dummy, go to Lagos" Oh, you niggas like to play tough? You really hatin' 'cause your pay stub Philly women really chillin' with me Now I really can't stop sayin' jawn The double-M-G is back, mo' See me with Sneak and with fat boy See, they can sleep on my raps, they have But who really, really can bag hoes? Young nigga blowin' old money, spend a milli', make it back (Whoa, whoa) Made enough off a old hustle, I don't even gotta rap (Whoa) Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the routine) Poppin' them tags, gettin' them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the routine) You know how we living, I ain't gotta post it (I don't) I ain't even boastin' (Yeah) How many times I gotta tell you 'bout these 'Raris and Wraiths and Ghosts? (Skrrt-skrrt) How many times I gotta tell you that I mob, La Cosa Nostra? (The mob) How many famous bitches do I gotta fuck for the love of the culture? Oh Lord, everything Kosher Came in this bitch with a chip on my shoulder (Whoa) Took it to Vegas (Vegas) I bet it all at the table at poker (Whoa) Just look at they faces (Faces) I know they don't like how I'm fucking them over (They don't) These niggas is crazy (Crazy) You never gon' catch me out rockin' a choker (No) I'm on some shit right now, I feelin' lit right now (Lit right now) We catch a snake in the grass, he gettin' clipped right down (Brrt, brrt) I got a hundred in cash, I'm 'bout to spend right now (Spend right now) They try to put me in last, but what do it look like now? (Woo) Young nigga blowin' old money, spend a milli', make it back (Whoa, whoa) Made enough off a old hustle, I don't even gotta rap (Whoa) Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the routine) Poppin' them tags, gettin' them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the routine) Fingerprints on that dope money Healy sent you to a new crib Bad bitch speak pig Latin Tussionex with a new seal Sticker price with the white bricks Raekwon with the Wu deal (Woo) Slice a pie and we all eat Stick a straw in my cough syrup I don't fuck with these weirdos Swear to God, it be paranoid Treat a jet like it's a cab fare Sold a brick, came back for it Your whole clique be your pallbearers R-I-P for a small error Black Phantom, blessed pharaoh Black Bo', rest well Collins Ave in a high rise Cocaine white skyline What I labeled a memoir To broke niggas is sci-fi Bad bitch on my side line Name tatted on five wives Stackin' money like Mayweather And they heard I got nine lives Young nigga blowin' old money, spend a milli', make it back (Whoa, whoa) Made enough off a old hustle, I don't even gotta rap (Whoa) Grind and I get it, stack and I spend it, you know the routine (You know the routine) Poppin' them tags, gettin' them bags, you know the routine, hey (You know the routine)