Testo Regular A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie

Regular

(Motherfucker, it's [?])

Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough
I could fuck on a bitch without likin' her
So much Balmain, I feel like a bike in her
Got a buck on my chain, I'm a mighty thug
And I used to not think I was good enough
And then, I started gettin' my money up

I'm countin' up on a regular
Now, they callin' my phone like it's regular
All day in the regular
Balmain like it's regular
I made you the 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 ya
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', they be glitterin'
They don't like me, but, they listenin' (On God)
If I buy her the symphony, she gon' ride like a Bently, yeah
And she only like the boss type, she is not into middlemen
When I was nineteen, I stopped doin' 9-5s, I swear
Now, I'm only twenty-six, pimpin' out rides like [?], yeah
"Never lease" sign on the side of my head, I only hang with millionaires
And I don't want to get in my feelings, yeah
Because [?] bitches be trippin', yeah

Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough
I could fuck on a bitch without likin' her
So much Balmain, I feel like a bike in her
Got a buck on my chain, I'm a mighty thug
And I used to not think I was good enough
And then, I started gettin' my money up

I'm countin' up on a regular
Now, they callin' my phone like it's regular
All day in the regular
Balmain like it's regular
I made you the regular
Look at you, look at you, regular
Oh (Regular)
Oh (Regular)
Oh (Regular)
Oh (Regular)

Stars align, I went number one with the smoke on the sign-up
I'm gettin' money, you know this already
But, I told her, "Meet me at the diner"
I was down bad, only fly shit, couldn't get no decider
Now my circle is high-class, thinkin' 'bout smokin' a blunt [?]
My nigga, I'm hot as Hell
Need me some ice to go with the [?]
My bitch havin' mood swings and she be alright when is show her the money
Go up on a Monday like we ain't got nothin' to do in the mornin'
I'm flyer than [?], my nigga
My hoodie on like it was stormin' (Huh?)

Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough
I could fuck on a bitch without likin' her
So much Balmain, I feel like a bike in her
Got a buck on my chain, I'm a mighty thug
And I used to not think I was good enough
And then, I started gettin' my money up

I'm countin' up on a regular
Now, they callin' my phone like it's regular
All day in the regular
Balmain like it's regular
I made you the regular
Look at you, look at you, regular
Oh (Regular)
Oh (Regular)
Oh (Regular)
Oh (Regular)