Chinx Drugz - How It Goes Lyrics

[Hook:]
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
That's how it goes!

[Chinx Drugz:]
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 main, (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 f*cking 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

[Hook:]
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
That's how it goes!

[Gutta Millz:]
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 go to prevolve us 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

[Hook:]
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
That's how it goes!

[Rico:]
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, that's 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

[Hook:]
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
That's how it goes!
Money!, cars!, cribs!, hoes!
Skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, brrrrroo!
That's how it goes!