Wale, Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Routine lyrics
Wale [Olubowale Victor Akintimehin] Washington, D.C., U.S. 🇺🇸
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
Meek Mill [Robert Rihmeek Williams] Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wale, Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Routine lyrics]
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 womanness
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)
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 (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-IP 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 sideline
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)
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 womanness
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)
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 (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-IP 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 sideline
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)