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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 biker, huh 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 I'm countin' up on the regular Now they callin' my phone like it's regular All day, on the regular Balmain like it's regular I made you look 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, 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 you, huh? I was smokin' a lot, I admitted it Only thing in my pocket, a MetroCard Don't talk about it, I get it in Dick 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 Bentley then And she only like the boss type, she is not into middlemen When I was nineteen, I stopped doin' 9 to 5s, I swear, nigga Now I'm only twenty-six, pimpin' out rides like I'm Xzibit, yeah Double E sign on the side of my hat, I only hang with millionaires And I don't wanna get in my feelings, yeah BTB, 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 biker, huh 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 I'm countin' up on the regular Now they callin' my phone like it's regular All day in the regular Balmain like it's regular I made you look 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 open sign up I'm gettin' money, you know this already But told her, "Meet me at the diner" Remember I was down bad, wanted fly shit, couldn't get no designer Now my circle is high-class, thinkin' 'bout smokin' a blunt with Madonna My nigga, I'm hot as Hell Need me some ice just to go with the Donny My bitch havin' mood swings, but 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 biker, huh 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 I'm countin' up on the regular Now they callin' my phone like it's regular All day in the regular Balmain like it's regular I made you look regular Look at you, look at you, regular Oh (regular) Oh (regular) Oh (regular) Oh (regular)