Routine

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