REGULAR

Look this just some regular shit
I done loved a lot of things, it wasn't never the bitch
I wish you broke bum niggas didn't never exist
Mamas tried to raise us right, we headed left to get rich

Sippin' champagne out the bottle with a model on some regular shit
Nigga thought he had the dime till he see my bitch
I be chillin' on the Norf wit some players and shit
I bet she never seen the player like this

Yelling fuck a rat I got some cheddar to get
Yea she came in my range but she left in a lift
We know where you niggas hang double back and get the rest of yo clique
Board the plane in the rain with my Mexican chick

Me and $ino back to back they ain't' as clever as this
I'm quick to grab a pro club if the weather legit
98 Air Max yeah she diggin' the kicks
We with some low class niggas and they won't let us forget

Coolest nigga under the sun, that'd be me
Can't catch me stressin' over a woman, there's a new one when I blink
She choosin' and ya'll niggas losin'
Big dividends bitch my pocket be coolin'

New school player like myself check the resume
Qualified in every category yeah the fuckin' game
Niggas ain't authentic like Jordan's out the truck
Can't fool a nigga like me been spotted since the jump

(My nigga Mack)
(What's the deal dog)
(Niggas out here feelin' like some super stars huh)
(Most definitely)
(Bad woman everywhere all this money)

I came from loosin' to winning now I'm crusin' and I'm grinning
Came thru masked up feelin' like venom
Heard he got some hoes but he ain't fly as me with them
And if it ain't about the money, I don't like to meet with them
Stack my chips up like a pringles can
Sit back and double up and plan flights to Japan
I'm just trying to do it big like notorious did
Sip some red wine with a fly dime at the right time
(Right time?)

Grindin in the nighttime
Need it I know where to get it, I could be your pipeline
Think about your children, you ain't trying to see the light shine
I don't think they fuck with me, and honestly it's quite fine

Step real clean like a deacon or a priest
Say a prayer for 'em cause this chopper gon eat
Bands make her shake like she cold and she need heat
I'm just trying to see all my dogs really eat

Stop tellin' please, felonies coming with that
Bad hoes comin' over having fun in the trap

Real nigga, fuck I look like tryna front in some raps
Blue money getting fat like it ain't running no laps
Took a bean and I put one in my yack
And I rode with it state to state
I was chasin' paper late
20, 000 On me was eating off a paper plate
Don't you see we strapped
This ain't something you could take away
Said her last nigga salary is what I make a day
They know if that shit get passed to me, I probably make a play
Money that's all on a nigga mind, don't think I'm made to wait
That young nigga on his grind, that's some shit they hate to say



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Writer(s): Shannon Chestand
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