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pi'erre bourne - 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
d-mn, 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 p-ssy, 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, need new shower (need new shower, need new 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]
make sure to stop in now, we have twelve new flavors of limited edition sauce
yo, pi’erre, wanna come out here?

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