wagwan

Lyrics

[Intro] Wagwan [Chorus] 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 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 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 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 [Verse] 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 thе 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, whеn 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 [Chorus] 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 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 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 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 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 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