Lyrics
Yeah
Bernard Flowers, you dig what I’m saying?
You know, the real way, strong way nigga
Hell you talkin' 'bout?
Been in this shit for a long time
I’m gettin what’s comin' to me
Hopped off the porch, I was thirteen
I fell in love with the streets
I had to show what it really was
That shit wasn’t nothin' to me
I had to run all that money up
To feed all my family like Meech
I just so happened to be
The one with the passion for rhyming and fashion
I was just rapping on beats
But then I got active like Sprite with the Activis
I never hated on niggas
But they tried to bash me, they knew I had it
So I said bye to them niggas
Got fly on them niggas, I think Im Aladdin
Making plays, John Madden
Young nigga, I’m the one nigga
You an old nigga, straight has been
Money on me, yea I’m flashing
LA Reid the one stamped him
My nigga Steve brought that bag in
Hood up that’s a lifestyle and we getting money if you asking
Regular, all of that shit you be doing so regular
These bitches not regular, and we do not smoke on no regular
Say we do it stuntin'
We do it for nothing, and that’s on the regular
We get to that money
We get to the money, and that’s on the regular, aye
Regular, all of that shit you be doing so regular
These bitches not regular, and we do not smoke on no regular
Say we do it stuntin'
We do it for nothing, and that’s on the regular
We get to that money
We get to the money, and that’s on the regular, aye
I fuck your bitchh on the regular
Her name is not in my cellular
I was so broke at first, I was fucked up at first
Now I balls like testicles
Heard he was talking and dissing on beats
I’ma turn your mans into a vegetable
Walk in the room, you see so many hundreds
You looking like where is the register?
Forty, you know it ain’t registered
I be fly like The Incredibles
I’m booked up, go look at my schedule
Had to put that bitch face on a pedestal
I be doing shit that ain’t regular
Walk in the mall and fire up me a Backwood
Might buy her a purse if she act good
I sip the purp 'cause the Act good
I move around like Obama
Presidential, you know I’m worth some commas
Put that front with that backend
Go buy another whip and come through like yeah, this karma
Fuck this shit, trap out a Honda
Ooh I’m the shit, where the plunger?
I’m going federal, I’m so ahead of 'em
I got the ball and won’t fumble, hey, hey
Regular, all of that shit you be doing so regular
These bitches not regular, and we do not smoke on no regular
Say we do it stuntin'
We do it for nothing, and that’s on the regular
We get to that money
We get to the money, and that’s on the regular, aye
Regular, all of that shit you be doing so regular
These bitches not regular, and we do not smoke on no regular
Say we do it stuntin'
We do it for nothing, and that’s on the regular
We get to that money
We get to the money, and that’s on the regular, aye