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Wagwan, nigga, what goin'?
My pants sagging, my gun showing
Some 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 Runtz
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That 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
I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about money, I can't hear it
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
I ain't even tryna talk if it ain't about money, I can't hear it
I ain't even tryna fuck 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 but 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
Some 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
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 but 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
Some 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 Runtz
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That 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'?
My pants sagging, my gun showing
Some 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 Runtz
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That 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'?
My pants sagging, my gun showing
Some 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 Runtz
I'm moving state to state, I'm on the run
That 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 in 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 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
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