Wagwan nigga what goin'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, 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 in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That why I hate to face it, in the 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
F*cking 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
'Cause she way too wet
When I hop up in this bitch, I need a poncho
I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about money, I can't hear it
I ain't even tryna f*ck with that lil bitch if 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'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, 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 in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That why I hate to face it, in the 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'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, 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 in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That why I hate to face it, in the front
That's why I hate these niggas they ain't nothing
That's why I hate these bitches they ain't nothing
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Wagwan nigga what goin'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, 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 in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That why I hate to face it, in the 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
F*cking 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
'Cause she way too wet
When I hop up in this bitch, I need a poncho
I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about money, I can't hear it
I ain't even tryna f*ck with that lil bitch if 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'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, 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 in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That why I hate to face it, in the 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'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, 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 in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That why I hate to face it, in the front
That's why I hate these niggas they ain't nothing
That's why I hate these bitches they ain't nothing
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, 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 in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That why I hate to face it, in the 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
F*cking 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
'Cause she way too wet
When I hop up in this bitch, I need a poncho
I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about money, I can't hear it
I ain't even tryna f*ck with that lil bitch if 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'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, 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 in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That why I hate to face it, in the 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'
My pants sagging, my gun showing
My money way more greener than lawns
I go bad boy, Martin Lawrence
I got a bad bitch, 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 in Italian, dripping in Milan
I only smoke 41, don't want no runts
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That why I hate to face it, in the front
That's why I hate these niggas they ain't nothing
That's why I hate these bitches they ain't nothing
Writer: Bobby Sandimanie III
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group