Routine

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