Regular

(альбом: Me vs. Myself - 2022)

(What the fuck, a spaceship?)

Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough
I could fuck on a bitch without liking 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 getting my money up
I'm counting up on the regular
Now they calling 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)

I hit from the back if it's wet enough
I hit it again while she dressing up
I want you to eat me, et cetera
I want a threesome, so set it up
You was popping them Percs on the regular
You was popping them Percs when I met you, huh
I was smoking 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 glittering
They don't like me, but they listening (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 doing nine-to-fives, I swear, nigga
Now I'm only twenty-six, pimping 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 tripping, yeah

Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough
I could fuck on a bitch without liking 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 getting my money up
I'm counting up on the regular
Now they calling 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)

Stars align, I want number one with the smoke on the sign-up
I'm getting 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, thinking 'bout smoking a blunt with Madonna
My nigga, I'm high as hell, need me some ice just to go with the Donny
My bitch having mood swings and she be alright when I show her the money
Go up on a Monday like we ain't got nothing to do in the morning
I'm flyer than ever, my nigga, my hoodie on like it was storming, huh

Tryna see if the pussy was tight enough
I could fuck on a bitch without liking 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 getting my money up
I'm counting up on the regular
Now they calling 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)