Routine Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Dm]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)

[Verse 2]
Ain't chasing [Dm]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)

[Verse 3]
Young nigga blowin' old money, spend a [Dm]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 4]
Mike Amiri put [Dm]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

[Verse 5]
Boy, still the coldest [Dm]This the
moment I come different, yo
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

[Verse 6]
I tell him, "Dummy, go to Lagos"
[Dm]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)

[Verse 7]
Young nigga blowin' old [Dm]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 8]
You [Dm]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?

[Verse 9]
Oh Lord, everything [Dm]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)

[Verse 10]
I'm on some shit right now, I feelin' [Dm]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)

[Verse 11]
Young nigga blowin' [Dm]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 12]
Fingerprints on that dope money [Dm]Kilo 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

[Verse 13]
I don't [Dm]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)

[Verse 14]
Collins Ave in a high [Dm]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

[Verse 15]
And they heard I got nine lives
[Dm]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,

[Outro 1]
you know the routine, hey (you know the routine)
[Dm]