Routine - Wale, 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)

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-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 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)