What's Hannin (feat. Aye-Jae)

I'm bangin'

Oochie Wally, what's happenin'?

Ghetto gospel, I'm in the streets goin' platinum (Worth a mill)

What's happenin'? Catch me stylin' in sat' (In sat')

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 the Jeep and them **** a buck

Joe in the VIP (VIP)

Aye Jae in the cut

Big chine get the back end while we turn shit up (Hey)

This how we live (Live)

Not giving a fuck

Fast cash, makin' money dancin' and such (Huh)

Flash on, snappin' when I step on the scene

Don't stop clappin', ho, they throwin' the green (Damn)

Left-hand slappin' when I'm checkin' a trick (A check a what?)

The holy Mack, we having church in this bitch

I'm working a bitch, you hurting a bitch, what's happenin'?

(**** saving these hoes, ****, where's your standards?)

I'm banking a ho, you thanking the ho, what's happenin'?

(And **** talking pimping but they using fucking manners?)

I'm working a bitch, you hurting a bitch, what's happenin'?

(****, the streets is done)

I'm banking a ho, you thanking the ho, what's happenin'?

(Sick of you ****)

Ay, ay, baby, just do what you told

Walk into that room

Shut your mouth, take off your clothes

Bitches takin' souls, they just bend and touch they toes

To this shit, I been exposed

And these skinny ripped jeans, it's just me and all my woes

I don't save shit, unless its money, I'm on the same shit

Wake up some mornings, it ain't the same bitch

Still stuck in the same click

Up for two days, stuck in the same fit

Moving like Jordan when he had Game 6

Bitch, cut all the lame shit

We just need that paper by the weekend

That lil' bitch keep tweakin'

She be steady fallin' in

Might go off the deep end

Askin' for love, she was reachin'

I don't trust it, I don't cuff it

Need some game, bitch, I could teach you, ooh

(You know what it is, bitch)

(I'm here to teach, not preach)

(I need the motherfucking lips on your face and below you waste)

(Now let's motherfucking make this thing shake)

Back in the days use to get paid for thuggin'

But now we pimp bitches 'cause it's game or nothing

Me and these **** 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 your block, I bet the trick want three

The bitch chose me

Your bitch OD

You phony pimps need to be six feet deep