On The Regular Lyrics - Meek Mill

Sell a lot of dope 

Dodge a lot of cases 

Stickin' to the basics 

Rock a lot of chains 

Do a lot of things 

Bottles by the cases 

Stickin' to the basics 

Do it on the regular 

Fuckin' on the regular 

Drippin' on the regular 

Trippin' on the regular 

Count it on the regular 

Sippin' on the regular 

Never smokin' regular 

Nigga we ain't regular 

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I'm out LA for a week, I'm out here playin' for keeps, yea, yea 

I never play in them Jeeps, double R back of the seat, yea, yea 

I'm out here lookin' like Meech, flooded the Patek Philippe, yea, yea 

Bookies all up in the piece, we got the key to the streets, oh Lord 

Remember they said I was done done 

Fuck that they ain't know I'm the one one 

We get your chain and its one one 

I tell my nigga I want one 

I tell my nigga to get it back 

He in the field 'bout to punt somethin' 

I hit your main and your side piece 

That's on the low but I'm on one 

Wait, wait, wait 

Switch sides, niggas switch side 

We ain't never got to dick ride 

More tickets than a fish fry 

And the chopper had the big guy 

Little nigga I'm the boss now 

Came back on them game 7, trap niggas got the ball now 

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Sell a lot of dope 

Dodge a lot of cases 

Stickin' to the basics 

Rock a lot of chains 

Do a lot of things 

Bottles by the cases 

Stickin' to the basics 

Do it on the regular 

Fuckin' on the regular 

Drippin' on the regular 

Trippin' on the regular 

Count it on the regular 

Sippin' on the regular 

Never smokin' regular 

Nigga we ain't regular 

Woah, woah, woah 

Regular, regular, regular 

I do not see no competitors 

Hatin' cause we got ahead of them 

I'm getting money etcetera 

Bad bitches all on my schedule 

Felony, felony, felony 

I catch a case and its federal 

Bikes out summer time aye 

Mikes on number nine yea 

Bad bitch hella fine woah 

She don't fall never mind no 

I'ma get at her another time 

I'ma go scoop me a yellow dime 

She go both ways like the yellow line 

I'm fuckin' her friends she fuckin' mine, oh shit 

Still trippin' ain't no love for the other side 

Rap beef turn to homicides when we land on them and them hollows fly 

Had a bag but you broke nigga 

You ain't fuckin' with me bottom line 

Out of sight nigga out of mind 

And my Patek runnin' out of time 

Sell a lot of dope 

Dodge a lot of cases 

Stickin' to the basics 

Rock a lot of chains 

Do a lot of things 

Bottles by the cases 

Stickin' to the basics 

Do it on the regular 

Fuckin' on the regular 

Drippin' on the regular 

Trippin' on the regular 

Count it on the regular 

Sippin' on the regular 

Never smokin' regular 

Nigga we ain't regular