What's Hannin
I'm bangin
Ochie wally whats hannin
Ghetto gospel I'm in the streets goin platinum (Worth a mill)
What's hannin catch me stylin in satin
Bags and bitches got my hoes speaking Latin
Giftin and gabbin jimmy choos in the trunk
Checkin the blade wit the rice on thump (Thump)
Crew block party bet that shit 'goin jump (We make it jump)
We run the g been them niggas a buck
Joe in the VIP
Aye Jae in the cut
Big chine get the back end while we turn s up (Hey)
This how we live
Not giving a f
Fast cash making money dancing and such (Huh)
Flash on snapping when I step on the scene
Don't stop clapping hoe they throwing the green (Damn)
Left hand slapping when I'm checkin a trick (A check a what)
The holy Mack we having church in this b
I'm working a b
You hurting a b (What's hannin)
(N saving these hoes, n where's your standards)
I'm banking a hoe
You thanking the hoe (What's hannin)
(And n talking pimping but they using f manners)
I'm working a b
You hurting a b (What's hannin)
(N the streets is done)
I'm banking a hoe
You thanking the hoe (What's hannin)
(Sick of you n)
Aye baby just do what u told
Walk into the room
shut your mouth
Take off your clothes
B takin souls
They just bend and touch they toes
To this s I been exposed
N these skinny ripped jeans its just me n all my woes
I don't save shit
Unless its money
Im on the same s
Wake up some mornings
It aint the same b
Still stuck in the same click
Up for Two days Stuck in the same fit
Moving like jordan when he had game 6
B cut all the lame s
We just need that paper by the weekend
That lil b be tweakin
She be steady fallin in
Might go off the deep end
Asking for love, she was reaching
I don't trust it, I don't cuff it
Need some game b I could teach
Ohhh
(You know what it is b)
(I need the lips on your face and below you waste)
(Now lets m make this thing shake)
Back in the days use to get paid for thuggin
But now we pimp b cause it's game or nothing
Me & these n ain't the same he 'bluffin
Short pocket shawty plus his chains be 'huggin
The showstopper got the eyes on me
I pull up on ya block I bet the trick want 3
The b chose me
Your b OD
You phony pimps need be 6 feet deep
Ochie wally whats hannin
Ghetto gospel I'm in the streets goin platinum (Worth a mill)
What's hannin catch me stylin in satin
Bags and bitches got my hoes speaking Latin
Giftin and gabbin jimmy choos in the trunk
Checkin the blade wit the rice on thump (Thump)
Crew block party bet that shit 'goin jump (We make it jump)
We run the g been them niggas a buck
Joe in the VIP
Aye Jae in the cut
Big chine get the back end while we turn s up (Hey)
This how we live
Not giving a f
Fast cash making money dancing and such (Huh)
Flash on snapping when I step on the scene
Don't stop clapping hoe they throwing the green (Damn)
Left hand slapping when I'm checkin a trick (A check a what)
The holy Mack we having church in this b
I'm working a b
You hurting a b (What's hannin)
(N saving these hoes, n where's your standards)
I'm banking a hoe
You thanking the hoe (What's hannin)
(And n talking pimping but they using f manners)
I'm working a b
You hurting a b (What's hannin)
(N the streets is done)
I'm banking a hoe
You thanking the hoe (What's hannin)
(Sick of you n)
Aye baby just do what u told
Walk into the room
shut your mouth
Take off your clothes
B takin souls
They just bend and touch they toes
To this s I been exposed
N these skinny ripped jeans its just me n all my woes
I don't save shit
Unless its money
Im on the same s
Wake up some mornings
It aint the same b
Still stuck in the same click
Up for Two days Stuck in the same fit
Moving like jordan when he had game 6
B cut all the lame s
We just need that paper by the weekend
That lil b be tweakin
She be steady fallin in
Might go off the deep end
Asking for love, she was reaching
I don't trust it, I don't cuff it
Need some game b I could teach
Ohhh
(You know what it is b)
(I need the lips on your face and below you waste)
(Now lets m make this thing shake)
Back in the days use to get paid for thuggin
But now we pimp b cause it's game or nothing
Me & these n ain't the same he 'bluffin
Short pocket shawty plus his chains be 'huggin
The showstopper got the eyes on me
I pull up on ya block I bet the trick want 3
The b chose me
Your b OD
You phony pimps need be 6 feet deep
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Writer(s): Richard Dixon
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