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)