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 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 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 I know 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 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 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 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 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?)

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 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 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)