Routine (feat. Rick Ross & Meek Mill)

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) [Pre-Chorus: Meek Mill] 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) [Chorus: Clemm Rishad] 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) [Verse 1: Wale] 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? (Whoa, whoa, Folarin, bitch) [Chorus: Clemm Rishad] 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) [Verse 2: Meek Mill] 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) [Chorus: Clemm Rishad] 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) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Fingerprints on that dope money Healy sent you to a new crib (Huh) Bad bitch speak pig Latin Tussionex with a new seal (Huh) 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 (Bo) 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 [Chorus: Clemm Rishad] 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)