"That's How It Go" lyrics - T-PAIN

T-PAIN

"That's How It Go"

[Intro:]
Woo
This is
Who left the 'frigerator open, bitch?
Hey
Uh
Hey
(Allstar)
Run it

I'm back up in your shit just like a bounty hunter
Don't worry 'bout your bitch, I know you countin' on her
Mounted on her, went up in the club and threw a thousand on her
Took her back to the crib and put the hounds on her
I ain't playin' games with these niggas
Spittin' fire, spittin' flames, on my ring, got seven figures
I'ma rearrange things on these niggas
Yeah, it's gon' be a fuckin' change on these niggas
I'm like no way (No way), okay (Okay)
They don't want T-Pain alive, stay out that doorway
I got the shit, I go and holler at my Jose
My bitch the plug, so listen to what my ho say
Yeah, VVS's on that Mustang with the top off of it
Party at the crib, the whole block'll love it
I don't give fuck if it's your mama, homie
If I need a door kicked in, my bitch'll knock it for me, oh

[Chorus:]
That's how it go
Put my hand on the bible, nigga, I done took the oath
Y'all niggas slow
Come and holler, I done moved about a hundred million dollars on the road, ho
All I wanna do is zoom and zoom past 12 on the road, ho
I bet them coppers won't stop me once they see what I got poppin', just know
Ho
Just know
Them coppers won't stop me once they see what I got poppin', just know

I call that BMW a rump shaker
That pump hit you, Jumpman, you a ballplayer
That suicide open, I got plenty more
VSOP, bitch, you know me, I got Henny though
I ain't 'bout to entertain these fuckboys
They been talkin' that shit, they done made enough noise
Don't get it twisted, don't get it twisted on the low
I've been tryna to be that humble motherfucker, but I'm 'bout to let it go