Routine (feat. Rick Ross & Meek Mill) (Explicit)

Routine (feat. Rick Ross & Meek Mill) - Wale/Meek Mill/Rick Ross

Meek Mill：

Yeah

So much money you gotta put that s**t on a scale n***a

We ain't never goin' back to being broke

One time for all my young n***as in the trenches

Woo

Meek Mill：

Ain't chasing a b***h I'm chasing a dream

You know the routine

Ah d**n look what a n***a 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 s**t on them n***as and ain't even mean it

Whoa whoa

Meek Mill：

Young n***a 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

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 b***h

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 n***a sit the bench

I got a funny feeling that you n***as fooling

Boy he still the coldest

This the moment I come different yeah

Yeah BAPE Folarin no monkey business

Can't H&M that's 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 n***as 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 h*es

Meek Mill：

Young n***a blowin' old money

Folarin b***h

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

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 b***hes do I gotta f**k for the love of the culture

Oh Lord everything Kosher

Came in this b***h 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 f**king them over

They don't

These n***as is crazy

Crazy

You never gon' catch me out rockin' a choker

No

I'm on some s**t 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

Meek Mill：

Young n***a 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

Rick Ross：

Fingerprints on that d**e money

Healy sent you to a new crib

Huh

Bad b***h 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 f**k 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

C*****e white skyline

What I labeled a memoir

To broke n***as is sci-fi

Bad b***h on my side line

Name tatted on five wives

Stackin' money like Mayweather

And they heard I got nine lives

Meek Mill：

Young n***a 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