How It’s Goin’ Down lyrics

What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest b*tch around
Is you with me or what?
n*gga if you cross me you cut
I heard you b*tches checking for me what’s up

Maybe I deserve a iller n*gga or maybe I deserve you
Maybe I deserve a little more for what I’ve grown through
All them phone calls from other b*tches let’s expose you
Talking bout’ you seen me with some n*gga when you rolled through
You was f*cking round’ with other b*tches I’m supposed to find another n*gga who gon treat me like he spose’ to
Yeah you hurting now but all that sh*t I had to go through really had me looking at you different
I’m thinking to myself “I’m like this n*gga really trippin’”
I’m the realest b*tch this n*gga ever put his di*k in
How you cross me? sh*t I was with you since the trenches
Pillow talking n*gga got these b*tches in my business
You know these b*tches hate me n*gga
You was in your feelings
You f*cking round’ with these b*tches?
Tell me that you didn’t
Ima get you back n*gga you gon really feel it
Ima f*ck a n*gga that you hate, and let him drill it

Ima f*ck a n*gga that you hate, and let him drill it
n*gga, and it’s just like that
All them other b*tches sweet but this sh*t not that
Man I different than these b*tches n*gga I cheat back
(Talk to em)
What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest b*tch around
Is you with me or what?
n*gga if you cross me you cut
I heard you b*tches checking for me what’s up

I’m politicking with this n*gga wondering if Ima f*ck him
He say he gettin’ money so I tuck him
I’m asking for a gran after gran like it’s nothing
The n*gga cut the check I’m bounced on him, He was lunchin’
I told you b*tches ride I want the action I ain’t ducking
But all you b*tches sweet, you pillsbury, you a muffin
The real b*tches f*ck with me, they know i get it jumpin
You the type of b*tch who fall in love so now you cuffing
Oh you the type of b*tch who say you coming but you bluffin
Oh you the type of b*tch who I could tell that had nothing
So you steady hating on a b*tch cause she was buzzing
I’m the type of b*tch to chase a bag for some sh*t I never had
I got plans on getting rich and I keep dreaming bout’ a jag
I could never join you b*tches, sis my name is not ya dad

I keep flexing on you hoes, I’m the reason why you mad
I’m that b*tch, you know I’m it, call it tag

Ima f*ck a n*gga that you hate, and let him drill it
n*gga, and it’s just like that
All them other b*tches sweet but this sh*t not that
Man I different than these b*tches n*gga I cheat back
(Talk to em)
What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest b*tch around
Is you with me or what?
n*gga if you cross me you cut
I heard you b*tches checking for me what’s up

What type of games is be played?
How it’s goin’ down
It’s on then it’s on I’m the realest b*tch around
Is you with me or what?