How It Goes by Ethan Harrington Lyrics
[Intro: E & V2]
Aye (huh)
Run it up, aye, run it up, aye (skeeoo)
Dirty Rose, girl you know
Yeah (huh) Aight
[Verse 1: E]
I got the numbers, got the money, got the people running to me
Now I’m coming like I’m nutting, but don’t even think it’s funny
I’m up to something, you up to nothing
I deliver currency to one’s I run with
I was underneath but now I’m way above it
Wave at radars on way up, you love it
Feel the vibration and touch it
Always in town I just sold out my bucket
So what, I go in so fuck it
Split the cake up know my friends’ll love to cut it
Shit go as smooth as butter
Like I cut through water, I just move the rudder
You could lose your daughter if I choose a lover
Why these parent’s tell me that I’m too gutter?
New leather, who’s better?
Cool by the pool while you school weather
Boot-legger, two letter, word?
You assume that you rule in the burg?
No noun or verb
I was talking 'bout "if"
I’m diamond in sand, and they’re gonna sift
I don’t give a damn, I don’t need a shift
I work everyday on writing my shit
You get it?
I’m getting sick of you throwing fits
And I’ll get physical you ever throw a fist
You keep telling me you’re a big and all
But when sun is up I’m seeing no eclipse
You should quit it though you’re no legit
I ain’t kidding bro you know the shit
Don’t listen and I’ll expose the clip
Until you notice it and then it’s over with
[Chorus: E]
I got the flow to get me the dough
Plus I spit the hardest shit
That’s just how it goes, and y’all gotta know
That we been the hardest yet
Some people who know been using their dome
Becoming a part of it
They know that we gonna blow, stay on your toes
That’s just how it goes
[Verse 2: V2]
All I want is blue hundred's, you can keep the fucking stress
I'll be posted on the block with a heater and a vest
You can't hit me, you can't get me, better aim up from the chest
You can't kill me, I'm just living, bet I got you niggas vexed
When it comes to that money, know I'm all about a check
Call me Young 2 Splash 'cause I'm leaving bitches wet
Money coming too fast so I flex and then finesse
Call me Young 2 Cash nigga, trust the process
Pull up on your block, make that shit a fucking hot mess
Look, all my niggas rude, boy you better digress
'Cause I got a lot of tools, shit I must confess
But if I bust at you niggas gonna confess
They're like: "Vince you with my bitch?" (You know I am)
I be like: "Um, yes"
Then I pull out that banger, nigga who you tryna test?
My niggas moving weight like a fucking bench press
Nigga fuck a bench press, we put two in your neck
Toting tools just for wreck, you'll lose, leave you stretched
Trigger pulls at you fools, nigga move then you're wet
Boom boom boom, I hit you, 32 hit your set
EVA, LOD, Money Team what I rep nigga, huh!
[Chorus: E]
I got the flow to get me the dough
Plus I spit the hardest shit
That’s just how it goes, and y’all gotta know
That we been the hardest yet
Some people who know been using their dome
Becoming a part of it
They know that we gonna blow, stay on your toes
That’s just how it goes
[Verse 3: E]
I’m getting sick of you sleeping on me
You can check the throbbing feeling deep in body
'Cause I work ‘em all out like I spit paladi's
Got the keys upon me, why they leaning on me?
I don’ seen the party, how they sip Bacardi
Feeling sick you’ll prolly pull the trigger homy
Y’all don’t hear the Godly flow? I gotta know
If I follow the bow is there a pot of gold?
I got a soul that’s got it’s own imposing glow
In photos turn your ISO to low
We’re cold as ice just like a floating floe of it
You stick your toe in and get frozen over shit
You didn’t know it yet, we interwoven with
The beat, that’s why it sounds like we could coat a bit
With snow and then you gotta go, we’re blowing it
We smoking loud and no we’ll never lower it
EVA, we out here
Without fear, the clout clear
About near to our year
Hell yeah
Aye (huh)
Run it up, aye, run it up, aye (skeeoo)
Dirty Rose, girl you know
Yeah (huh) Aight
[Verse 1: E]
I got the numbers, got the money, got the people running to me
Now I’m coming like I’m nutting, but don’t even think it’s funny
I’m up to something, you up to nothing
I deliver currency to one’s I run with
I was underneath but now I’m way above it
Wave at radars on way up, you love it
Feel the vibration and touch it
Always in town I just sold out my bucket
So what, I go in so fuck it
Split the cake up know my friends’ll love to cut it
Shit go as smooth as butter
Like I cut through water, I just move the rudder
You could lose your daughter if I choose a lover
Why these parent’s tell me that I’m too gutter?
New leather, who’s better?
Cool by the pool while you school weather
Boot-legger, two letter, word?
You assume that you rule in the burg?
No noun or verb
I was talking 'bout "if"
I’m diamond in sand, and they’re gonna sift
I don’t give a damn, I don’t need a shift
I work everyday on writing my shit
You get it?
I’m getting sick of you throwing fits
And I’ll get physical you ever throw a fist
You keep telling me you’re a big and all
But when sun is up I’m seeing no eclipse
You should quit it though you’re no legit
I ain’t kidding bro you know the shit
Don’t listen and I’ll expose the clip
Until you notice it and then it’s over with
[Chorus: E]
I got the flow to get me the dough
Plus I spit the hardest shit
That’s just how it goes, and y’all gotta know
That we been the hardest yet
Some people who know been using their dome
Becoming a part of it
They know that we gonna blow, stay on your toes
That’s just how it goes
[Verse 2: V2]
All I want is blue hundred's, you can keep the fucking stress
I'll be posted on the block with a heater and a vest
You can't hit me, you can't get me, better aim up from the chest
You can't kill me, I'm just living, bet I got you niggas vexed
When it comes to that money, know I'm all about a check
Call me Young 2 Splash 'cause I'm leaving bitches wet
Money coming too fast so I flex and then finesse
Call me Young 2 Cash nigga, trust the process
Pull up on your block, make that shit a fucking hot mess
Look, all my niggas rude, boy you better digress
'Cause I got a lot of tools, shit I must confess
But if I bust at you niggas gonna confess
They're like: "Vince you with my bitch?" (You know I am)
I be like: "Um, yes"
Then I pull out that banger, nigga who you tryna test?
My niggas moving weight like a fucking bench press
Nigga fuck a bench press, we put two in your neck
Toting tools just for wreck, you'll lose, leave you stretched
Trigger pulls at you fools, nigga move then you're wet
Boom boom boom, I hit you, 32 hit your set
EVA, LOD, Money Team what I rep nigga, huh!
[Chorus: E]
I got the flow to get me the dough
Plus I spit the hardest shit
That’s just how it goes, and y’all gotta know
That we been the hardest yet
Some people who know been using their dome
Becoming a part of it
They know that we gonna blow, stay on your toes
That’s just how it goes
[Verse 3: E]
I’m getting sick of you sleeping on me
You can check the throbbing feeling deep in body
'Cause I work ‘em all out like I spit paladi's
Got the keys upon me, why they leaning on me?
I don’ seen the party, how they sip Bacardi
Feeling sick you’ll prolly pull the trigger homy
Y’all don’t hear the Godly flow? I gotta know
If I follow the bow is there a pot of gold?
I got a soul that’s got it’s own imposing glow
In photos turn your ISO to low
We’re cold as ice just like a floating floe of it
You stick your toe in and get frozen over shit
You didn’t know it yet, we interwoven with
The beat, that’s why it sounds like we could coat a bit
With snow and then you gotta go, we’re blowing it
We smoking loud and no we’ll never lower it
EVA, we out here
Without fear, the clout clear
About near to our year
Hell yeah