How You Coming lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh
Tell that boy that's that Public Housing sh*t
Every song, man, I'm gon' talk 'bout gettin' money, man
We pushin' payroll, we gettin' money, man

[Chorus]
Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap here boarded up, this b*tch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies
I save these b*tches for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these b*tches be buggin' out
Them .45 bullets big as f*ck, look likе they juggernaut
Can't close thе spot, we keep it trappin' even when it's hot
I see a n*gga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait

[Verse 1]
How much them bricks again?
n*ggas ain't dead, f*ck it, go and spin again
f*cked 'round and missed my show, I'm at the spot tryna get them chickens in
I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, if you nine or 12, n*gga, I don't f*ck with pigs
f*ck 'round and I do 'em way bad, just put this dope up in your wig
Man, bring 'em in, take a risk, b*tch, let's run up these Benjamins
Bought a car last year, a whole 'nother n*gga wrecked my sh*t
I'm stickin' with my nappy 'fro, I ain't tryna go and mat my wicks
They come and go, I'm rich, you can't even name a ho that I can't hit
All I do is pick, before you blink, that lil' b*tch hit
Then go repent, before I know it, I'm doin' this sh*t again
We ain't never got no M's together, n*gga, you ain't my twin
Can't do me in, gotta know I'm the realest this sh*t gon' get
[Chorus]
Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap here boarded up, this b*tch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies
I save these b*tches for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these b*tches be buggin' out
Them .45 bullets big as f*ck, look like they juggernaut
Can't close the spot, we keep it trappin' even when it's hot
I see a n*gga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait

[Verse 2]
No matter what, I'ma run up me more cake, uh, uh
I'm sellin' D, but I ain't talkin' D'ussé, no, no
I can't trust none of these n*ggas, they movin' flake, uh, uh
Yeah, they notice me, I'm pullin' up in they face, uh
That Mayback old as f*ck, that b*tch there an '08
n*gga, check the date, n*gga, your timin' late, uh, uh
Check on your b*tch, her period late, n*gga
I'm runnin' from her, that's your problem, n*gga, okay?