Chinx, Rico, Gutta Millz - How It Goes lyrics
[Chinx, Rico, Gutta Millz - How It Goes lyrics]
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!
Shit! Look, it's only right I'm styling
My youngens hit you up
You'll be leaking by the gallons
They crazy if they ain't heard
About that riot game
With 300 degrees, just call us the fire game
Reason you on fire mane
(why?) cus your bitch is burning
You went in head first, you'll be dead first
I'm in that whip just turning, window crack
Seat back like a fucking clothing store
Yeah I keep racks
C-c-c-c-couple Homic but we never speak that
Run up on a bird brain
And push his beat back
Riot music group, yeah they shit banging
Need I say more, y-y you know the saying
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!
I I I I 've been on
The go, out through the door
Gotta to get them pesos
Hada hada had a package of the white
Gone by the night, say so
I'm just a corner boy
Have me spit that corner boy
I do it to you and all the rest of them
I done did it right here
With the best of them so when you hear that
(Paaoow) you know it's the
Hardest nigga from harlem
If you see any problems
We load up revolvers and solve em'
Don't try and tell your buddy boy
Niggas catch that homi boy
Got a brand ny timely toy
That love to make noise and startle boys
Them females love me man
In the crib they love to be
So my gang get money man
You ain't playing with no dummies man
We'll it whip til you whiplash
Why you think I have a nigga in the shitbag
Over here it ends in one click clack blast
Them rida boys come and better move fast
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!
I done bought clean cars off dirty money
Pitching rocks, different blocks
Had them D's searching for me
Made headlines, type of money we chasing
You facing fed time
We push it to the red line
Keeps a clean girl, that likes to talk dirty
Know this adress is me, but her walk's dirty
She likes them foreign v's
Thats how I caught her lurking
But play her close
You fall asleep that bitch'll
Close your curtains
I keep them souijas working
The block is up n' running
I cook a quarter key
And pass it to my youngens
Them shooters up n' gunning
Don't try to test us
Chop a head a nigga body from the chest up
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!
Shit! Look, it's only right I'm styling
My youngens hit you up
You'll be leaking by the gallons
They crazy if they ain't heard
About that riot game
With 300 degrees, just call us the fire game
Reason you on fire mane
(why?) cus your bitch is burning
You went in head first, you'll be dead first
I'm in that whip just turning, window crack
Seat back like a fucking clothing store
Yeah I keep racks
C-c-c-c-couple Homic but we never speak that
Run up on a bird brain
And push his beat back
Riot music group, yeah they shit banging
Need I say more, y-y you know the saying
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!
I I I I 've been on
The go, out through the door
Gotta to get them pesos
Hada hada had a package of the white
Gone by the night, say so
I'm just a corner boy
Have me spit that corner boy
I do it to you and all the rest of them
I done did it right here
With the best of them so when you hear that
(Paaoow) you know it's the
Hardest nigga from harlem
If you see any problems
We load up revolvers and solve em'
Don't try and tell your buddy boy
Niggas catch that homi boy
Got a brand ny timely toy
That love to make noise and startle boys
Them females love me man
In the crib they love to be
So my gang get money man
You ain't playing with no dummies man
We'll it whip til you whiplash
Why you think I have a nigga in the shitbag
Over here it ends in one click clack blast
Them rida boys come and better move fast
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!
I done bought clean cars off dirty money
Pitching rocks, different blocks
Had them D's searching for me
Made headlines, type of money we chasing
You facing fed time
We push it to the red line
Keeps a clean girl, that likes to talk dirty
Know this adress is me, but her walk's dirty
She likes them foreign v's
Thats how I caught her lurking
But play her close
You fall asleep that bitch'll
Close your curtains
I keep them souijas working
The block is up n' running
I cook a quarter key
And pass it to my youngens
Them shooters up n' gunning
Don't try to test us
Chop a head a nigga body from the chest up
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
Thats how it goes!