How It Is

Lyrics

[Intro] Baby, give me some cash Come on, yeah [Verse] That money talk, I'm on the phone with her right now, she told me pick her up So if the boys pull me over, that's why I'm in a rush I be gettin' so much money, it's hard to keep up We learned how to get it by ourself, ain't nobody teach us I'm like five hundred thousand in I'm sayin' that to say I'm gon' need more than that to sign a deal, yeah I hate niggas, I'm a hater, that's how it is Almost died, you ever went to sleep drivin' takin' them pills? (For real) She say she like niggas who got money, I gеt money like evеry day I might get the head once, then just fly away Too many hundreds, I grab the money counter and count the pape' I'm poppin' out, I fuck hoes before we go on dates (Before we even go out) Bankroll, it's all blue, I bought some Louis just to match it I'm from the D, my niggas grew up snatchin' glasses The crib so far, she think we pullin' up to a mansion The condo nice as hell, she like, "Damn, this nigga havin' it" Tryna [?] shrooms, these broke niggas got me laughin' I knew I talked to hoes before I even started rappin' I was already countin' pros before I even started trappin' They started lockin' everybody up for robbin', we went to scammin' (We went to scammin') It's every man for theyself on some real shit The streets cold, you just might die, nigga, that's how it is They be the ones who end up tellin', so I ain't got no friends If you ain't never empty your clip, then you is not my mans Back to that money, I just went and picked her up Who is that? They ten deep with ten blicks, you know it's us I used to never have no money, I hit the hood and ran it up I was already in the trap playin' with guns, you couldn't cuss I asked your bitch if she gon' tell you how I'm comin' If she don't, that mean I passed on her, boy, just be lucky, yeah Oh, you ain't never shot a shot? Just watch me get a bucket (Baow) You'd probably kill a bitch for the pussy, you like Ted Bundy My dog be sellin' medicine, we call him Dr. Sebi You gotta find a bitch worth keepin', these hoes hot and ready We treat niggas like they kids, put 'em right to beddy Sit back and give you a shot just like my name Kevin Yeah, I'm really from the block Even when it's snowin' out, the streets hot as July I took off runnin' from the police, they was just ridin' by You play with me, it's gon' be shots fired, your job hirin' (Your job hirin', and your job hirin', yeah) [Outro] Yeah