Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?
I do
Drinking on ordinary liquor
We don't
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never f*ck with basic bitches
That sound crazy
Your bitch got on ordinary heels
But what you doing
Can't tell you how ordinary feels
I pull up on any girl and she with it
I'mma hook her up with other bitches
I don't take 'em to the crib, I take 'em to hotel suites
Never know which room it is, I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used to this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me, girl want it like me
He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Whoa ordinary, ordinary
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?
I do
Drinking on ordinary liquor
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never f*ck with basic bitches
That sound crazy
Bitch, your shoe game and your bag game that ain't it
That ordinary and this fly shit you already know it, don't mix
Said why you got two circles on your belt buckle, I said bitch
This Ferragamo, your swag broke, and this some shit you can't fix
What's on my feet, say it with me, baby, Balenciaga
Yeah, your nigga on that basic shit, Red Lobster
Yeah, he scooped you up and he took you out
Nigga had you sitting on cloth
Came through, Rolls Royce when I pick you up
Had you chilling the back looking boss
You know I really got my money on my mind
So I'm really like f*ck that bitch
Frank Mueller probably wonder what it cost
But man, I'm like f*ck that shit
Ten chains on that boosie shit
We're staring at that groupie shit
I'm used to this, she ain't used to that
In the lane with that goofy shit, what's up
I don't take 'em to the crib, I take 'em to hotel suites
Never know which room it is, I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used to this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me, girl want it like me
He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Whoa ordinary, ordinary
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?
Oh, yeah, I do
Drinking on ordinary liquor
Oh, no we don't
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never f*ck with basic bitches
That sound crazy
That sound crazy
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Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?
I do
Drinking on ordinary liquor
We don't
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never f*ck with basic bitches
That sound crazy
Your bitch got on ordinary heels
But what you doing
Can't tell you how ordinary feels
I pull up on any girl and she with it
I'mma hook her up with other bitches
I don't take 'em to the crib, I take 'em to hotel suites
Never know which room it is, I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used to this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me, girl want it like me
He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Whoa ordinary, ordinary
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?
I do
Drinking on ordinary liquor
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never f*ck with basic bitches
That sound crazy
Bitch, your shoe game and your bag game that ain't it
That ordinary and this fly shit you already know it, don't mix
Said why you got two circles on your belt buckle, I said bitch
This Ferragamo, your swag broke, and this some shit you can't fix
What's on my feet, say it with me, baby, Balenciaga
Yeah, your nigga on that basic shit, Red Lobster
Yeah, he scooped you up and he took you out
Nigga had you sitting on cloth
Came through, Rolls Royce when I pick you up
Had you chilling the back looking boss
You know I really got my money on my mind
So I'm really like f*ck that bitch
Frank Mueller probably wonder what it cost
But man, I'm like f*ck that shit
Ten chains on that boosie shit
We're staring at that groupie shit
I'm used to this, she ain't used to that
In the lane with that goofy shit, what's up
I don't take 'em to the crib, I take 'em to hotel suites
Never know which room it is, I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used to this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me, girl want it like me
He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Whoa ordinary, ordinary
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?
Oh, yeah, I do
Drinking on ordinary liquor
Oh, no we don't
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never f*ck with basic bitches
That sound crazy
That sound crazy
I do
Drinking on ordinary liquor
We don't
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never f*ck with basic bitches
That sound crazy
Your bitch got on ordinary heels
But what you doing
Can't tell you how ordinary feels
I pull up on any girl and she with it
I'mma hook her up with other bitches
I don't take 'em to the crib, I take 'em to hotel suites
Never know which room it is, I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used to this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me, girl want it like me
He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Whoa ordinary, ordinary
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?
I do
Drinking on ordinary liquor
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never f*ck with basic bitches
That sound crazy
Bitch, your shoe game and your bag game that ain't it
That ordinary and this fly shit you already know it, don't mix
Said why you got two circles on your belt buckle, I said bitch
This Ferragamo, your swag broke, and this some shit you can't fix
What's on my feet, say it with me, baby, Balenciaga
Yeah, your nigga on that basic shit, Red Lobster
Yeah, he scooped you up and he took you out
Nigga had you sitting on cloth
Came through, Rolls Royce when I pick you up
Had you chilling the back looking boss
You know I really got my money on my mind
So I'm really like f*ck that bitch
Frank Mueller probably wonder what it cost
But man, I'm like f*ck that shit
Ten chains on that boosie shit
We're staring at that groupie shit
I'm used to this, she ain't used to that
In the lane with that goofy shit, what's up
I don't take 'em to the crib, I take 'em to hotel suites
Never know which room it is, I got about four damn keys
I'm used to that, she ain't used to this
That's goofy shit, just order that
He ain't nothing like me, girl want it like me
He ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary, ordinary
Whoa ordinary, ordinary
Don't you hate an ordinary nigga?
Oh, yeah, I do
Drinking on ordinary liquor
Oh, no we don't
Niggas spending ordinary money
We don't never f*ck with basic bitches
That sound crazy
That sound crazy
Writer: Jay Wayne Jenkins, Tremaine Neverson
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.