Kunci: C major•
Verse 1
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
Dm
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)
Verse 3
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, you know the routine,
hey (you know the routine)
Verse 4
Dm
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 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
Dm
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 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
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,
you know the routine, hey (you know the routine)
Verse 8
Dm
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?
Verse 9
Dm
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)
Verse 10
Dm
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)
Verse 11
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, you know the routine,
hey (you know the routine)
Verse 12
Dm
Fingerprints on that dope money 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
Dm
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)
Verse 14
Dm
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
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
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