A Boogie wit da Hoodie – Regular Lyrics

Regular Lyrics by A Boogie wit da Hoodie

[Intro] (Motherfvcker, it’s [?])

[Pre-Chorus] Tryna see if the pu$$y was tight enough
I could fvck on a B!tch without likin’ her
So much Balmain, I feel like a bike in her
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 gettin’ my money up

 

[Chorus] 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)

 

[Verse 1] I hit from the back if it’s wet enough
I hit it again while she dressin’ up
I want you to eat me, etcetera
I want a threesome, so, set it up
You was poppin’ them Percs on a regular
You was poppin’ them Percs when I met ya
Huh, I was smokin’ a lot, I admitted it
Only thing in my pocket, a Metro Card
Don’t talk about it, I get it in
d!ck in her mouth, she gon’ fit it in
VVS’, they be glitterin’
They don’t like me, but, they listenin’ (On God)
If I buy her the symphony, she gon’ ride like a Bently, yeah
And she only like the boss type, she is not into middlemen
When I was nineteen, I stopped doin’ 9-5s, I swear
Now, I’m only twenty-six, pimpin’ out rides like [?], yeah
“Never lease” sign on the side of my head, I only hang with millionaires
And I don’t want to get in my feelings, yeah
Because I know B!tches be trippin’, yeah

 

[Pre-Chorus] Tryna see if the pu$$y was tight enough
I could fvck on a B!tch without likin’ her
So much Balmain, I feel like a bike in her
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 gettin’ my money up

[Chorus] 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)

 

[Verse 2] Stars align, I went number one with the smoke on the sign-up
I’m gettin’ money, you know this already
But, I told her, “Meet me at the diner”
I was down bad, only fly sh!t, couldn’t get no designer
Now my circle is high-cla$$, thinkin’ ’bout smokin’ a blunt with Madonna
My niqqa, I’m high as Hell
Need me some ice to go with the Donny
My B!tch 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 niqqa
My hoodie on like it was stormin’ (Huh?)

[Pre-Chorus] Tryna see if the pu$$y was tight enough
I could fvck on a B!tch without likin’ her
So much Balmain, I feel like a bike in her
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 gettin’ my money up

 

[Chorus] 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)