Regular

I will be sure that the lady is a friend
Ladies
If I ever fall
I’m not like them regular chicks
When I go for a hit, I don’t miss
Go for a hit, I don’t miss
I’m not like them regular bitches
Not like them regular chicks
Not like them regular chicks
When my man dive in
I go in and smash on them bitches
Got my fam out the hood
Cast out buyin' good now
Got it poppin' like I should’ve
Live my life, gotta loca
In the neck of the woods
In the neck of the woods
It ain’t trickin' 'if you got it
When I pull up on 'em they be wylin'
I’m in the city and I’m pretty wit' it
Diamonds on me, got me feelin' big
Is you with me if I fall down
Lemme know, lemme know, know
'Cause I’m in the goal, put fire up
Fuck love, I’ma handle my stuff
Told you I’m not like them regular chicks
I ain’t gon' deal with no regular shit
He say he love me but play with the ting
I be like «damn, who you kiddin'?»
I’m not like them regular chicks
Nobody gon' diss me or call me a bitch
I be like «damn, who you kiddin'?»
Run up, run up, get done up
If they kick me down, I’m gon' come up
I’m always gon' have one up
Livin' my life, I won’t give up
I got my money, I can make do
Made one milli, I could make two
Ain’t no favors, I’ve been workin', workin' back to back
God knows I stay true
I’m not like them regular chicks
When I go for a hit, I don’t miss
Go for a hit, I don’t miss
I’m not like them regular bitches
Not like them regular chicks
Not like them regular chicks
When my man dive in
I go in and smash on them bitches
Got my fam out the hood
Cast out buyin' good now
Got it poppin' like I should’ve
Live my life, gotta loca
In the neck of the woods
In the neck of the woods
It ain’t trickin' 'if you got it
When I pull up on 'em they be wylin'
Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my neck (On my neck)
Every time I step I’ve got these bitches pressed (Yeah)
Ooh, they throwin' shots, but it ain’t direct (No, it ain’t direct)
You know they could never come at me that way
Swear I ain’t just like your regular
Poppin', we gettin' that cheddar, bro
Flickin' my wrist like a baller
Bitches gon' hate 'cause they regular
You think you’re best like you all that
Someone need slap you a joker
Someone need slap you a joker
give money to ya, my
Whoa-oah-oah-oah
You know what it is
Baby, you know that it’s like that
If I leave, you ain’t gon' like that (You ain’t gon' like that)
You know I’m wit' the G’s (Ooh)
You know I’m turnin' up (Ooh)
You know I’m poppin' tags (Ooh)
You know I’m with the stuff (Yeah)
If I spend it, I make it back (I make it)
Run it up, run it up, run the check
How you gon' treat me like bitches on crack?
How you gon' treat me like bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches, bitches
Diamonds on my wrist, diamonds on my neck
Every time I step I’ve got these bitches pressed (Yeah)
Ooh, they throwin' shots, but it ain’t direct (Yeah)
You know they could never come at me that way
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Lovin' what you do
it up
No, you know my love
I can marry you
Know I love what you do
Know I love what you do
Know I gotta get there
You, know I gotta get there
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Lovin' what you do
it up
No, you know my love
I can marry you
Know I love what you do
Know I love what you do
Know I gotta get there
You, know I gotta get there