And if I ever (ever fall)
In love again (again)
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 but I'm good now
Got it poppin' like a shoota
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, but fired 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 'em regular chicks
Nobody gon' diss me or call me a bitch
I be like them "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', working 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 but am good now
Got it poppin' like a shoota
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
Every time I step I've got these bitches pressed
Ooh they throwin' shots, but 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 chedda', bro
Flickin' my wrist like a balla
Bitches gon' hate 'cause they regular
You think you're best, then you hotter
Someone need slap you a joker
Someone need slap you a joker
Wallah, see money give to ya, my guy
Whoa-oah-oah-oah
You know what it is
Baby, you know that it's like that
If I leave you, you ain't gon' like that
You know I'm wit' the G's
You know I'm turnin' up
You know I'm poppin' tags
You know I'm wit' the stuff
If I spend it I make it back
Money I run, and I run wit' Jah
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
Ooh they throwin' shots, but it ain't direct
You know they could never come at me that way

Ooh, lovin' what you do
It's all about you
Know you know my love
At the late night hour
I can't marry you
Know I love it when you do
Know I love it when you do
Get you into my life
Get you into my life
You know I gotta get got
You know I gotta get got

Ooh, lovin' what you do
It's all about you
Know you know my love
At the late night hour
I can't marry you
Know I love it when you do
Know I love it when you do
Get you into my life
Get you into my life
You know I gotta get got
You know I gotta get got

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Carl E. Martin, Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri, Stephanie Victoria Allen