Regular Day
Yeah, walk in the city, they already know me
They be screaming, Philly where you going?
I walk out the bank with a bag and they know it
I'ma flex it, I'ma show it, I hop out the whip and they say I'm too clean
Just a regular day for me, yeah, it's just a regular day for me
Shawty got mad, cause I ain't hit her back, but she keep coming back get away from me
I'm counting my stacks, I'm counting my racks up, import from overseas
All of these diamonds around my neck, might as well bust down my rosary
Louis Vuitton, Gucci bags, Dior, Prada, and Fendi
Sipping on Hennessy and I, smoke to the face so I be high
Look at my shoes, look at my eyes, they be so red like they carmine six's, steal your misses but I won't ever give her kisses
I don't care if there's more fishes, only one want what isn't mine
Shawty in the club throwing it back, back, yeah, she know that ass fat
Yeah, I'm bout to smack that, yeah, I'm bout to tap that, no reason for walking around
Riding around ina Audi that's matte black, got a problem, come and clap back
We gon' knock them out his snap back, we ain't never looking past that, yeah
Tell his family call a pastor, yeah, we gon' have to push your wig back yeah
One shot, great aim, never gon' miss, my shooter's gonna have to pack that
Cause we ain't fucking with no rats, you hang around, bitches get laughed at, yeah you got to attached
Walk in the city, they already know me
They be screaming, Philly where you going?
I walk out the bank with a bag and they know it
I'ma flex it, I'ma show it, I hop out the whip and they say I'm too clean
Just a regular day for me, yeah, it's just a regular day for me
Shawty got mad, cause I ain't hit her back, but she keep coming back get away from me
I'm counting my stacks, I'm counting my racks up, import from overseas
All of these diamonds around my neck, might as well bust down my rosary
Louis Vuitton, Gucci bags, Dior, Prada, and Fendi
Sipping on Hennessy and I, smoke to the face so I be high
Look at my shoes, look at my eyes, they be so red like they carmine six's, steal your misses but I won't ever give her kisses
I don't care if there's more fishes, only one want what isn't mine
They be screaming, Philly where you going?
I walk out the bank with a bag and they know it
I'ma flex it, I'ma show it, I hop out the whip and they say I'm too clean
Just a regular day for me, yeah, it's just a regular day for me
Shawty got mad, cause I ain't hit her back, but she keep coming back get away from me
I'm counting my stacks, I'm counting my racks up, import from overseas
All of these diamonds around my neck, might as well bust down my rosary
Louis Vuitton, Gucci bags, Dior, Prada, and Fendi
Sipping on Hennessy and I, smoke to the face so I be high
Look at my shoes, look at my eyes, they be so red like they carmine six's, steal your misses but I won't ever give her kisses
I don't care if there's more fishes, only one want what isn't mine
Shawty in the club throwing it back, back, yeah, she know that ass fat
Yeah, I'm bout to smack that, yeah, I'm bout to tap that, no reason for walking around
Riding around ina Audi that's matte black, got a problem, come and clap back
We gon' knock them out his snap back, we ain't never looking past that, yeah
Tell his family call a pastor, yeah, we gon' have to push your wig back yeah
One shot, great aim, never gon' miss, my shooter's gonna have to pack that
Cause we ain't fucking with no rats, you hang around, bitches get laughed at, yeah you got to attached
Walk in the city, they already know me
They be screaming, Philly where you going?
I walk out the bank with a bag and they know it
I'ma flex it, I'ma show it, I hop out the whip and they say I'm too clean
Just a regular day for me, yeah, it's just a regular day for me
Shawty got mad, cause I ain't hit her back, but she keep coming back get away from me
I'm counting my stacks, I'm counting my racks up, import from overseas
All of these diamonds around my neck, might as well bust down my rosary
Louis Vuitton, Gucci bags, Dior, Prada, and Fendi
Sipping on Hennessy and I, smoke to the face so I be high
Look at my shoes, look at my eyes, they be so red like they carmine six's, steal your misses but I won't ever give her kisses
I don't care if there's more fishes, only one want what isn't mine
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Writer(s): Pablo Izquierdo
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