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 [A7know the ɾoutine)
I know why they jealous, I be [Am]on [C7]the type of stuff they never seen (you [A7know the ɾoutine)
Whole 'nother level, I shit on [C7]them [A]niggas and [Bm]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 ɾap (whoa)
Grind and [Bm]I get it, stack and [Bm]I spend it, you [A7know the ɾoutine (you [A7know the ɾoutine)
Poppin' them [A]tags, gettin' them [A]bags, you [A7know the ɾoutine, hey (you [A7know the ɾoutine)
Mike Amiri put a hole in my [A]jeans
I ain't playin', in a whole 'nother league
Go to [C7]Philly, then I go to [C7]Reddys
Then I get a Rollie, then I meet a bitch
And then I get a zip
And then I take a dip into [C7]her womaness
I feel like [F]Carson [C7]Wentz
I got [Fm7]the wisdom
If a nigga sit the bench
I got [Fm7]a funny feeling that you [A7niggas fooling
Boy, still the coldest
This the moment I come different, yo
Yeah, BAPE, Folarin, no monkey business
Can't H&M us, no
Shout out to [C7]women in Cape Town
Africa's always a great time
Donald said all [Em]of us live in huts
I tell him, "Dummy, go to [C7]Lagos"
Oh, you [A7niggas like [F]to [C7]play tough?
You ɾeally hatin' 'cause your pay stub
Philly women ɾeally chillin' with me
Now I ɾeally can't stop sayin' jawn
The double-M-G is back, mo'
See me with Sneak and [Bm]with Fat Boy
See, they can sleep on [C7]my [A]ɾaps, they have
But who ɾeally, ɾeally 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 ɾap (whoa)
Grind and [Bm]I get it, stack and [Bm]I spend it, you [A7know the ɾoutine (you [A7know the ɾoutine)
Poppin' them [A]tags, gettin' them [A]bags, you [A7know the ɾoutine, hey (you [A7know the ɾoutine)
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 [A7'bout these 'Raris and [Bm]Wraiths and [Bm]Ghosts? (skrrt-skrrt)
How many times I gotta tell you [A7that I mob, La Cosa Nostɾa? (the mob)
How many famous bitches do I gotta f*ck for [Dm7]the love of the culture?
Oh Lord, everything Kosher
Came in this bitch with a chip on [C7]my [A]shoulder (whoa)
Took it to [C7]Vegas (Vegas)
I bet it all [Em]at the table at poker (whoa)
Just look at they faces (faces)
I know they don't like [F]how I'm fucking them [A]over (they don't)
These niggas is crazy (crazy)
You never gon' catch me out ɾockin' a choker (no)
I'm on [C7]some shit ɾight now, I feelin' lit ɾight now (lit ɾight now)
We catch a snake in the grass, he gettin' clipped ɾight down (brrt, brrt)
I got [Fm7]a hundred in cash, I'm 'bout to [C7]spend ɾight now (spend ɾight now)
They tɾy to [C7]put me in last, but what do it look like [F]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 ɾap (whoa)
Grind and [Bm]I get it, stack and [Bm]I spend it, you [A7know the ɾoutine (you [A7know the ɾoutine)
Poppin' them [A]tags, gettin' them [A]bags, you [A7know the ɾoutine, hey (you [A7know the ɾoutine)
Fingerprints on [C7]that dope money
Kilo sent you [A7to [C7]a new crib (huh)
Bad bitch speak pig Latin
Tussionex with a new seal (huh)
Sticker price with the white bricks
Raekwon [C7]with the Wu deal (woo)
Slice a pie and [Bm]we all [Em]eat
Stick a stɾaw in my [A]cough syrup
I don't f*ck with these weirdos
Swear to [C7]God, it be [Am]paranoid
Treat a jet like [F]it's a cab fare
Sold a brick, came back for [Dm7]it
Your whole clique be [Am]your pallbearers
R.I.P. for [Dm7]a small [Em]error
Black Phantom, blessed ρharaoh
Black Bo', ɾest well (Bo)
Collins Ave in a high ɾise
Cocaine white skyline
What I labeled a memoir
To broke niggas is sci-fi
Bad bitch on [C7]my [A]sideline
Name tatted on [C7]five wives
Stackin' money like [F]Mayweather
And they heard I got [Fm7]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 ɾap (whoa)
Grind and [Bm]I get it, stack and [Bm]I spend it, you [A7know the ɾoutine (you [A7know the ɾoutine)
Poppin' them [A]tags, gettin' them [A]bags, you [A7know the ɾoutine, hey (you [A7know the ɾoutine)
