Routine Lyrics

I mean I don't know you should ask a regular bitch for a minute nigga

Yea ion really got time for you

You don't want to put in the effort?

This is what you get

On Monday I get to the bag, and I reup a lick

On Tuesday I'm out with the girls and I'm footin the whip

On Wednesday I like to get rest

Thursday I shop but I like the bouquet

Friday my day, I put on that wet (drip)

Saturday wake up and boarded the jet

Sunday my Rick Owen foot on they necks

No matter what's poppin I do it the best

The body the waist, the prodigal vet

Dismisses the press

You know I be grinding grinding

Grinding

For Christmas we flew to Cancun, spent bout a grip

For New Years, I party with stars end the night with a kiss

The Body was right for the 4 of July

September had dinner with multiple guys

Thanksgiving I'm sittin in ventemins

cousins extended their sentiments

But bitch I don't listen

But bitch don't listen

Don't listen to niggas

But bitch I don't listen

Add But bitch I don't listen

Successfully driven

You don't fit in the vision

My wrist prone to glisten

Admire opinions

but don't get it twisted

Thought it's red no the Beamers in crimson

Walk a mile Run a mile in my shoes

grinding grindin baby

Walk a mile walk a mile in my shoe

You know that I'm grinding

You know I be

Grinding

These Niggas wildin

They Fine dine me

I'm With the pilot

He Pull up with a 100 thousand

Yo Where the bros at

Posin but it's not a Kodak

Imma that cognac

I Run it like I set the format

Monday Tuesday Wednesday Bag

Thursday Weekends meet ends, Slaps

Monday Tuesday Wednesday, Bag

Thursday Weekends Meets ends Slaps