Regular

Lyrics

[Intro] (Mother**** spaceship) [Chorus] Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough I could fuck on a bitch withoutlikin'her So much BalmainI feel like a biker, huh Gota puck on my chain, I'm a Mighty Duck And I used to not think I was good enough And then I started gettin' my money up I'm countin' up on the regular Now they callin' my phone like it's regular All day, on the regular Balmain like it's regular I made you look regular Look at you, look at you, regular Oh (Regular) Oh (Regular) Oh (Regular) Oh (Regular) [Verse 1] I hit from the back if it's wet enough I hit it again while she dressin' up I want you to eat me, et cetera I want a threesome, so set it up You was poppin' them Percs on the regular You was poppin' them Percs when I met you, huh I was smokin' a lot, I admitted it Only thing in my pocket a Metro Card Don't talk about it, I get it in Dick in her mouth, she gon' fit it in VVS's, they be glitterin' They don't like me, but they listenin' (Huh) If I buy her the symphony She gon' ride like a Bentley then And she only like the boss type She is not into middlemen When I was nineteen, I stopped doin' nine-to-fives, I swear, nigga Now I'm only twenty-six, pimpin' out rides like I'm Xzibit, yeah (Huh) Never lease, sign on the side of my head, I only hang with millionaires And I don't wanna get in my feelings, yeah DTB, I know bitches be trippin', yeah [Chorus] Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough I could fuck on a bitch without likin' her So much Balmain I feel like a biker, huh Got a puck on my chain, I'm a Mighty Duck And I used to not think I was good enough And then I started gettin' my money up I'm countin' up on the regular Now they callin' my phone like it's regular All day, on the regular Balmain like it's regular I made you look regular Look at you, look at you, regular Oh (Regular) Oh (Regular) Oh (Regular) Oh (Regular) [Verse 2] Stars align, I want number one with the smoke on the sign-up I'm gettin' money, you know this already, but told her meet me at the diner 'Member I was down bad, only fly shit, couldn't get no designer Now my circle is high class, thinkin' 'bout smokin' a blunt with Madonna My nigga, I'm high as hell, need me some ice just to go with the Donny My bitch havin' mood swings and she be alright when I show her the money Go up on a Monday like we ain't got nothin' to do in the mornin' I'm flyer than ever, my nigga, my hoodie on like it was stormin', huh [Chorus] Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough I could fuck on a bitch without likin' her So much Balmain I feel like a biker, huh Got a puck on my chain, I'm a Mighty Duck And I used to not think I was good enough And then I started gettin' my money up I'm countin' up on the regular Now they callin' my phone like it's regular All day, on the regular Balmain like it's regular I made you look regular Look at you, look at you, regular Oh (Regular) Oh (Regular) Oh (Regular) Oh (Regular)