Regular

(Motherfuckin' spaceship) Tryna see if the p***y 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 in 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) I hit from the back if it's wet enough I hit it again while she dressin' up I want you to eat me, etcetera I want a threesome, so set it up You was poppin' them Percs on a 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 MetroCard Don't talk about it, I get it in Dick in her mouth, she gon' fit it in VVS', they be glitterin' They don't like me, but they listenin' (on God) 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' 9 to 5s, I swear, nigga Now I'm only twenty-six, pimpin' out rides like I'm Xzibit, yeah Double E sign on the side of my hat, I only hang with millionaires And I don't wanna get in my feelings, yeah BTB, I know bitches be trippin', yeah Tryna see if the p***y 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 in 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) Stars align, I want number one with the smoke of a sauna I'm gettin' money, you know this already But told her, "Meet me at the diner" Remember I was down bad, wanted fly shit, couldn't get no designer Now my circle is high-class, thinkin' 'bout smokin' a blunt with Madonna My nigga, I'm hot as Hell Need me some ice just to go with the Dawny My bitch havin' mood swings, but 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?) Tryna see if the p***y 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 in 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) --- Regular - A Boogie Wit da Hoodie