Uh, uh, uh
Tell that boy we on some Public Housing shit
Every song, man, I'm gon' talk 'bout gettin' money, man
We pushin' payroll, we gettin' money, man
Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies
I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches 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 nigga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait
How much them bricks again?
Niggas 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, nigga, if you nine or 12, nigga, 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, bitch, let's run up these Benjamins
Bought a car last year, a whole 'nother nigga wrecked my shit
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' bitch hit
Then go repent, before I know it, I'm doin' this shit again
We ain't never got no M's together, nigga, you ain't my twin
Can't do me in, gotta know I'm the realest this shit gon' get
Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies
I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches 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 nigga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait, uh, uh
No matter what, I'ma run up me more cake, uh, uh
I'm sellin' D, but I ain't talkin' D'usse, no, no
I can't trust none of these niggas, they movin' flake, uh, uh
Yeah, they notice me, I'm pullin' up in they face, uh
That Maybach old as f*ck, that bitch there an '08
Nigga, check the date, nigga, your timin' late, uh, uh
Check on your bitch, her period late, nigga
I'm runnin' from her, that's your problem, nigga, okay?
Real Boston Richey - How You Coming Lyrics
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Uh, uh, uh
Tell that boy we on some Public Housing shit
Every song, man, I'm gon' talk 'bout gettin' money, man
We pushin' payroll, we gettin' money, man
Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies
I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches 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 nigga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait
How much them bricks again?
Niggas 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, nigga, if you nine or 12, nigga, 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, bitch, let's run up these Benjamins
Bought a car last year, a whole 'nother nigga wrecked my shit
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' bitch hit
Then go repent, before I know it, I'm doin' this shit again
We ain't never got no M's together, nigga, you ain't my twin
Can't do me in, gotta know I'm the realest this shit gon' get
Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies
I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches 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 nigga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait, uh, uh
No matter what, I'ma run up me more cake, uh, uh
I'm sellin' D, but I ain't talkin' D'usse, no, no
I can't trust none of these niggas, they movin' flake, uh, uh
Yeah, they notice me, I'm pullin' up in they face, uh
That Maybach old as f*ck, that bitch there an '08
Nigga, check the date, nigga, your timin' late, uh, uh
Check on your bitch, her period late, nigga
I'm runnin' from her, that's your problem, nigga, okay?
Tell that boy we on some Public Housing shit
Every song, man, I'm gon' talk 'bout gettin' money, man
We pushin' payroll, we gettin' money, man
Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies
I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches 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 nigga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait
How much them bricks again?
Niggas 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, nigga, if you nine or 12, nigga, 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, bitch, let's run up these Benjamins
Bought a car last year, a whole 'nother nigga wrecked my shit
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' bitch hit
Then go repent, before I know it, I'm doin' this shit again
We ain't never got no M's together, nigga, you ain't my twin
Can't do me in, gotta know I'm the realest this shit gon' get
Oh, that's how you comin' now?
This trap here boarded up, this bitch look like a haunted house
Don't touch these P's right here, these 'bows right here white only pies
I save these bitches for my white boys, I keep the price up high
And I don't be lovin' on none of these hoes, these bitches 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 nigga get some money, then I get a spot
Like, hold on, wait, uh, uh
No matter what, I'ma run up me more cake, uh, uh
I'm sellin' D, but I ain't talkin' D'usse, no, no
I can't trust none of these niggas, they movin' flake, uh, uh
Yeah, they notice me, I'm pullin' up in they face, uh
That Maybach old as f*ck, that bitch there an '08
Nigga, check the date, nigga, your timin' late, uh, uh
Check on your bitch, her period late, nigga
I'm runnin' from her, that's your problem, nigga, okay?
Writer: Jalen Foster, Joseph Dionte Steele, Yung Fuel
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Real Boston Richey
Language: English
Length: 1:59
Written by: Jalen Foster, Joseph Dionte Steele, Yung Fuel