Girl Talk, Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T. - How the Story Goes lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Girl Talk, Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T. - How the Story Goes lyrics]
When you doing what they can't now
When you on and they ain't now
They heard you living in a bank now
So they came 'round
(That's how the story goes)
When you chill, but you can't trust
When they gave they all, but it ain't much
Plenty hoes but it ain't love
'Cause they switch up
(That's how the story goes)
When you fucking up, I'ma tell you
Why you rolling with a lame when
You know you could do better?
I'm that nigga was in the Porsche
Now I'm in a '64 and you
Riding 'round in a Jetta
Gave me that pussy and it was bomb
Now you don't pick up my calls
Shoulda knew it was a set up
Use to listen to heavy metal
Now your pussy get wet when your
Foot is on the pedal
Knowing you'll never settle
And a nigga gotta have bread if
He want to get you a lot, not just a little
And he can't be the man in the middle
He gotta be official
Gotta rock them diamonds
Gotta have a wristful
Gotta get that bread, gotta have a fistful
I suppose I'm all of those
But will I get another chance? Who knows
(I guess that's how the story goes)
When you doing what they can't now
When you on and they ain't now
They heard you living in a bank now
So they came 'round
(That's how the story goes)
When you chill, but you can't trust
When they gave they all, but it ain't much
Plenty hoes but it ain't love
'Cause they switch up
(That's how the story goes)
When you send her up the elevator
She was on her way down, but you elevate her
She know it's lonely at the top
And you saw that ass
She was down the high-rise
You ain't have to ask
It's funny how the money and the bottles go
Took her in a section full of bottle hoes
Hoping that an athlete'll holla though
Last week she was a singer
But she model though
Waiting on a check, waiting on a check
Motherfuck a bill, she just wanna flex
Fucking for a Benz, fucking for a Benz
When you living life leaning on the gas
You bound to wreak
Whole lot of shit in town
Are you down for sex?
How many ballers she got in the Rolodex
You ain't starting
It's hard to make a dolla stretch
And she'll be hollering out next
That's how the story goes
When you doing what they can't now
When you on and they ain't now
They heard you living in a bank now
So they came 'round
(That's how the story goes)
When you chill, but you can't trust
When they gave they all, but it ain't much
Plenty hoes but it ain't love
'Cause they switch up
(That's how the story goes)
When you doing what they can't now
When you on and they ain't now
They heard you living in a bank now
So they came 'round
(That's how the story goes)
When you chill, but you can't trust
When they gave they all, but it ain't much
Plenty hoes but it ain't love
'Cause they switch up
(That's how the story goes)
When you on and they ain't now
They heard you living in a bank now
So they came 'round
(That's how the story goes)
When you chill, but you can't trust
When they gave they all, but it ain't much
Plenty hoes but it ain't love
'Cause they switch up
(That's how the story goes)
When you fucking up, I'ma tell you
Why you rolling with a lame when
You know you could do better?
I'm that nigga was in the Porsche
Now I'm in a '64 and you
Riding 'round in a Jetta
Gave me that pussy and it was bomb
Now you don't pick up my calls
Shoulda knew it was a set up
Use to listen to heavy metal
Now your pussy get wet when your
Foot is on the pedal
Knowing you'll never settle
And a nigga gotta have bread if
He want to get you a lot, not just a little
And he can't be the man in the middle
He gotta be official
Gotta rock them diamonds
Gotta have a wristful
Gotta get that bread, gotta have a fistful
I suppose I'm all of those
But will I get another chance? Who knows
(I guess that's how the story goes)
When you doing what they can't now
When you on and they ain't now
They heard you living in a bank now
So they came 'round
(That's how the story goes)
When you chill, but you can't trust
When they gave they all, but it ain't much
Plenty hoes but it ain't love
'Cause they switch up
(That's how the story goes)
When you send her up the elevator
She was on her way down, but you elevate her
She know it's lonely at the top
And you saw that ass
She was down the high-rise
You ain't have to ask
It's funny how the money and the bottles go
Took her in a section full of bottle hoes
Hoping that an athlete'll holla though
Last week she was a singer
But she model though
Waiting on a check, waiting on a check
Motherfuck a bill, she just wanna flex
Fucking for a Benz, fucking for a Benz
When you living life leaning on the gas
You bound to wreak
Whole lot of shit in town
Are you down for sex?
How many ballers she got in the Rolodex
You ain't starting
It's hard to make a dolla stretch
And she'll be hollering out next
That's how the story goes
When you doing what they can't now
When you on and they ain't now
They heard you living in a bank now
So they came 'round
(That's how the story goes)
When you chill, but you can't trust
When they gave they all, but it ain't much
Plenty hoes but it ain't love
'Cause they switch up
(That's how the story goes)
When you doing what they can't now
When you on and they ain't now
They heard you living in a bank now
So they came 'round
(That's how the story goes)
When you chill, but you can't trust
When they gave they all, but it ain't much
Plenty hoes but it ain't love
'Cause they switch up
(That's how the story goes)