| Let’s switch positions, stack my commission
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| Fuck all the bitches, gotta get your riches
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| Damn, Pi’erre, where’d you find this?
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| She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
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| Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
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| Fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah
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| Private jet us, yeah, new necklace, yeah
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| They respect us, yeah, 'cause I got my check up, yeah
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| Said I had a nip and tuck, wait
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| Band-Aid, she got cut, wait
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| 2 M’s, I got bucks
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| Chain on ice, Mighty Duck
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| When you pullin' up, wait, send a Uber truck, wait
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| Give 'em all stars like Chucks, Postmate a toothbrush
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| And my money won’t shut up, wait
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| Money talk too much, wait
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| Thirty bands on this necklace, she wet as fuck
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| Now I might know what you want from me
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| Get high from my lows, it was hard for me
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| I hurt her soul, I’m so sorry
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| Yeah, just let her go, these hoes 'round me
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| She won’t understand
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| I just run this contraband, think about my fam
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| She just listen to her friends, watch my Instagram
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| Let’s switch positions, stack my commission
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| Fuck all the bitches, gotta get your riches
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| (Yo Pi’erre, wanna come out here?)
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| She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
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| Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
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| Fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah
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| Private jet us, yeah, new necklace, yeah
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| They respect us, yeah, 'cause I got my check up, yeah
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| Got my hands on money like mancala, ooh (Like mancala, like mancala)
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| I’m a dog on the pussy, real Rottweiler, yeah, yeah (Real Rottweiler,
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| real Rottweiler)
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| Yeah, my family’s real top shotta (Real top shotta, real top shotta)
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| Got your bitch with me, what about her? |
| (What about her? What about her?)
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| She’s not answering in the shower (In the shower, in the shower)
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| She fuck with the stars like it’s Power (Like it’s Power, like it’s Power)
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| 'Cause I be going hard, need new shower (Need new shower, need new shower)
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| I got all this green and this sour (Green and sour, green and sour)
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| Let’s switch positions, stack my commission
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| Fuck all the bitches, gotta get your riches (Huh, huh, wait)
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| She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
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| Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
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| Fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah
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| Private jet us, yeah, new necklace, yeah
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| They respect us, yeah, 'cause I got my check up (up)
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| Make sure to stop in now, we have twelve new flavors of limited edition sauce
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| Yo, Pi’erre, wanna come out here? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Routine , by - Pi'erre Bourne. Song from the album The Life Of Pi'erre 4, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп