Routine Lyrics

I can't wait on money I'm impatient and I run shit

She say put it on me I don't want her she a dumb bitch

Mine was with me hustlin' we still out here on that us shit

Get yourself together I ain't who you coming up with

Hundred thousand dollars in a louis bag duffel

We the ones you ask about and they say you in trouble

Got it all out the mud really started off the muscle

I can call my plug and get you gone without a struggle

Forces wit Amiri jeans they asking why not red bottoms

I look down remember things like I come from the dead bottom

I don't let much get to me but free my dawgs the feds got 'em

And they should be right here with me these rats be causing hella problems

Then walking round like shit just cool support from every snitches' group

Quick to play the gangsta role knowing ain't much we can do

May you all die in your sleep in the middle of a night terror

Permanent sleep paralysis no waking up just lie there

I can't stop gettin' money this shit way more than a habit

Wake up in the morning thank the Lord then get the bag in

And every time I lay me down pray no one with me rattin

Addicted to the money knew it when I started trappin

Can't never seem to get enough just when I think I'm passed it

Whole nother bag whole nother day in traffic

Running when they see our face we call that blue magic

I just got to have it safe to say I'm an addict

I don't lie on beats I keep it me and that's why I'm rare

I don't fuck with police we do not speak and that's why I'm here

Mind clear like vv's shittin' on all of my exes

Shittin' on all of my haters something wrong with my intestines

I'm so addicted to paper I might have to hit a session

Hi my name is tell you later I'll be back here in a second

I got swang tendencies when it come to them blue strips

Not all just some no bitch in me so miss me with that bullshit

Brick talk yet they pushin' teens see I can't even fool with it

No fronts pay in full or leave but move wrong get the full clip

Screaming oh god like the pulpit I'm standin' on all of that business

Ram dick in all of they bitches scanning out all acting friendly

Handing out not even pennies damage done taught me no feelings

Grandma who taught me be different damned if I'm not til it's finished

In bandos went hard with the whippin' grams finally got me to chickens

Hands on no talkin' or slippin' blammers for all oppositions

Did you even breathe?

I can't stop gettin' money this shit way more than a habit

Wake up in the mornin' thank the Lord then get the bag in

And every time I lay me down pray no one with me rattin

Addicted to the money knew it when I started trappin

Can't never seem to get enough just when I think I'm passed it

Whole nother bag whole nother day in traffic

Runnin' when they see our face we call that blue magic

I just got to have it safe to say I'm an addict I'm an addict