Routine lyrics

[Intro]
Aw, sh*t
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)

[Chorus]
Let's switch positions, stack my commission
f*ck all the b*tches, gotta get your riches
Damn, Pi'erre, where'd you find this?
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
f*ck the check up, yeah, f*ck the check up, yeah, f*ck the check up, yeah
Private jet us, yeah, new necklace, yeah
They respect us, yeah, 'cause I got my check up, yeah

[Verse 1]
Said I had a nip and tuck, wait
Band-Aid, she got cut, wait
2 M's, I got bucks
Chain on ice, Mighty Duck
When you pullin' up, wait, send a Uber truck, wait
Give 'em all stars like Chucks, Postmate a toothbrush
And my money won't shut up, wait
Money talk too much, wait
Thirty bands on this necklace, she wet as f*ck
Now I might know what you want from me
Get high from my lows, it was hard for me
I hurt her soul, I'm so sorry
Yeah, just let her go, these hoes 'round me
She won't understand
I just roll this contraband, think about my fam
She just listen to her friends, watch my Instagram
[Chorus]
Let's switch positions, stack my commission
f*ck all the b*tches, gotta get your riches
(Yo Pi'erre, wanna come out here?)
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
f*ck the check up, yeah, f*ck the check up, yeah, f*ck the check up, yeah
Private jet us, yeah, new necklace, yeah
They respect us, yeah, 'cause I got my check up, yeah

[Verse 2]
Got my hands on money like mancala, ooh (Like mancala, like mancala)
I'm a dog on the pus*y, real Rottweiler, yeah, yeah (Real Rottweiler, real Rottweiler)
Yeah, my family's real top shotta (Real top shotta, real top shotta)
Got your b*tch with me, what about her? (What about her? What about her?)
She's not answering in the shower (In the shower, in the shower)
She f*ck with the stars like it's Power (Like it's Power, like it's Power)
'Cause I be going hard, meteor shower (Meteor shower, meteor shower)
I got all this green and this sour (Green and sour, green and sour)

[Chorus]
Let's switch positions, stack my commission
f*ck all the b*tches, gotta get your riches (Huh, huh, wait)
She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition
Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah
f*ck the check up, yeah, f*ck the check up, yeah, f*ck the check up, yeah
Private jet us, yeah, new necklace, yeah
They respect us, yeah, 'cause I got my check up (up)
[Outro]
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Yo, Pi'erre, wanna come out here?