Routine - Pi'erre Bourne

Let’s switch positions, stack my commission

Fuck all the bitches, 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

Fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah

Private jet us, yeah, new necklace, yeah

They respect us, yeah, 'cause I got my check up, yeah

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 fuck

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 run this contraband, think about my fam

She just listen to her friends, watch my Instagram

Let’s switch positions, stack my commission

Fuck all the bitches, 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

Fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah

Private jet us, yeah, new necklace, yeah

They respect us, yeah, 'cause I got my check up, yeah

Got my hands on money like mancala, ooh (Like mancala, like mancala)

I’m a dog on the pussy, real Rottweiler, yeah, yeah (Real Rottweiler,

real Rottweiler)

Yeah, my family’s real top shotta (Real top shotta, real top shotta)

Got your bitch 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 fuck with the stars like it’s Power (Like it’s Power, like it’s Power)

'Cause I be going hard, need new shower (Need new shower, need new shower)

I got all this green and this sour (Green and sour, green and sour)

Let’s switch positions, stack my commission

Fuck all the bitches, gotta get your riches (Huh, huh, wait)

She gave me her digits, shoot your shot like ammunition

Money talk, my pockets critics, yeah

Fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah, fuck the check up, yeah

Private jet us, yeah, new necklace, yeah

They respect us, yeah, 'cause I got my check up (up)

Make sure to stop in now, we have twelve new flavors of limited edition sauce

Yo, Pi’erre, wanna come out here?