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(What the ****, a spaceship?) 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, 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 SongtexteI 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 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 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 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) Aus Songtexte Mania