On the Reg - Gucci Mane

On the regular

Cause I’m not regular

This beat ain’t regular

My style ain’t

Walking magic city on the motherfucking regular

(Regular, Regular)

I throw up money, king of diamonds, Monday on the regular

(Regular, Regular)

Jamaican kush I’m rolling up, cause I don’t fuck with regular

(Regular, Regular)

Import my hoes from overseas, cause all my hoes ain’t regular

(Regular, Regular)

All my hoes regular, all my hoes are purdy

Absurd with these nouns and verbs. I be squeezing words

That ain’t words. That seem crazy to you, but it still appeal

My dog, you got thirty years if you don’t appeal

I don’t need a deal, cause I cash out on the regular

I don’t deal with debit cards, I don’t fuck with credit ones

All I do is talk money, cause Gucci got et cetera

Kicked out my competitors, so ain’t nobody better, bruh

Baby girl like regular, all normal niggas scared of her

But everything I do is abnormal, my life is spectacular

Don’t know what attracted her, but I got a bachelor pad

And I got your girlfriend, cause you laying down, I beating her

Gucci Mane la flair, extra-ordinaire

Player, leave you choosing like a bear

At the fucking county fair

I swear that it ain’t fair, cause I know that he a square

When we gonna take our places, baby I can take you there

And no, you not prepared when I walk up in the 'were

Could have come from a whole 'nother hemisphere

Now let’s get it clear, all these diamonds in my ear

Make it hard for me to steer when you’re kissing down there

I had a blast last night, I had to tip the driver

Cause the shit I’ve seen last night could have been on MacGuyver

Doors suicidal, so that shit was homicidal

You never seen the ghost? I guess you never seen me riding

She can’t fit in my schedule

Because that shit she got ain’t special, bruh

I guess it’s kind of scary to her

Because that shit I do ain’t usual

Yeah, I smash her on the casual

My money make me more attractable

But this shit ain’t nothing non-negotiable

This Bricksquad crew and we ain’t sociable

She wanna elope. No! I’m dragging my flip, bro

Who say I’m not a heart breaker telling a sad joke?

Ain’t regular, no way, I’m tipping up, ballet

I need some green cards, Immigrants in my driveway