Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Routine, artist - Wale. Album song Wow... That's Crazy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Maybach, Warner
Song language: English
Routine |
| 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) |