wagwan

(Wagwan) Wagwan, nigga, what goin'? (What goin'?) My pants sagging, my gun showing My money way more greener than lawns I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence (Martin Lawrence) I got a bad bitch, she a foreign (she a foreign) I'm up top nigga in New York And my big bro just came from court I got a stack full of all ones I'm with some pretty hoes having fun I'm an Italian, dripping in Milan I only smoke 41, don't want no Runtz I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run That's why I hate to face it, ain't a front That's why I hate these niggas, they ain't nothing That's why I hate these bitches, they ain't nothing I'm getting paid, no, I can't be sad Fucking this bitch and I'm breaking her back Came through with a whole lot of cash Came through with a whole lot of weed to smoke on And my diamonds stay getting freeze They way too cold, they on snow cone No, I'm not Quavo, but baby, I count up by the Hunchos And I'm way too lit, if I pop out with this bitch, can't go through the front door And she way too wet, when I hop up in this bitch, I need a poncho (whole gang) I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about money, I can't hear it (hear it) I ain't even tryna fuck with that lil' bitch if she ain't serious (she ain't serious) CELINE, Chanel, when you ask for the fashion demon, it ring a bell No, I'm not playing fair I spent so much on this ring, I'm kind of embarrassed I don't even like to do too much My bitch, she do too much, I don't care I'm sipping on codeine Counting up money while this bitch do my hair Wagwan, nigga, what goin'? (What goin'?) My pants sagging, my gun showing My money way more greener than lawns I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence (Martin Lawrence) I got a bad bitch, she a foreign (she a foreign) I'm up top nigga in New York And my big bro just came from court I got a stack full of all ones I'm with some pretty hoes having fun I'm an Italian, dripping in Milan I only smoke 41, don't want no Runtz I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run That's why I hate to face it, ain't a front That's why I hate these niggas, they ain't nothing That's why I hate these bitches, they ain't nothing Wagwan, nigga, what goin'? (What goin'?) My pants sagging, my gun showing My money way more greener than lawns I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence (Martin Lawrence) I got a bad bitch, she a foreign (she a foreign) I'm up top nigga in New York And my big bro just came from court I got a stack full of all ones I'm with some pretty hoes having fun I'm an Italian, dripping in Milan I only smoke 41, don't want no Runtz I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run That's why I hate to face it, ain't a front That's why I hate these niggas, they ain't nothing That's why I hate these bitches, they ain't nothing (yeah)