What’s Hannin

[Verse 1: Premo Rice]
I’m bangin’ “Oochie Wally,” what’s hannin’? (Huh)
Ghetto Gospel, I’m in the streets goin’ Platinum (Worth a mil)
What’s hannin’? Catch me stylin’ in satin (In satin)
Bags and bitches got my hoes speakin’ Latin (Huh)
Giftin’ and gabbin’, Jimmy Choo’s in the trunk (Uh huh)
Checkin’ the blade with the Rice on thump (Thump)
Crew block party, bet that shit gon’ jump (We make it jump)
We run the G, been them niggas a buck (Huh)
Joe in the VIP (VIP), Aye Jae in the cut (Mhm hmm)
Big Ching get the backend while we turnin’ shit up (Hey)
This how we live (Live), not givin’ a fuck (Mm mm)
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’ the trick (A check a what?)
The Holy Mack, we havin’ church in this bitch (Huh)

[Chorus: Premo Rice & [?]]
I’m workin’ a bitch, you hurtin’ a bitch, what’s hannin’?
(Niggas savin’ these hoes, nigga, where is your standards?)
I’m bankin’ a ho, you thankin’ a ho, what’s hannin’?
(And nigga's talkin’ “pimpin’” but they using fuckin' manners )
I’m workin’ a bitch, you hurtin’ a bitch, what’s hannin’?
(Nigga, the streets is done!)
I’m bankin’ a ho, you thankin’ a hoe, what’s hannin’?
(I’m sick of you niggas!)

[Verse 2: Aye Jae]
Ayy
Ayy, 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’ve been exposin’
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 clique
Up for two days, stuck in the same fit
Movin’ 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 it (Ooh!)

[Interlude: [?]]
You know what it is bitch!
I’m here to teach, not preach!
I need the motherfuckin' lips on your face and below your waist!
Now, let’s motherfucking make this thing shake
Church

[Verse 3: Premo Rice]
Back in the days, used to get paid for thuggin’(Mhm hmm)
But now we pimp bitches, ‘cause it’s game or nothing (We pimp game)
Me and these niggas ain’t the same, he bluffin’ (Uh uh)
Short-pocket shawty, plus his chains be huggin’ (His chains be huggin’)
The Showstopper, got the eyes on me (I got the eyes on me)
I pull up on your block, I bet the trick want three (I bet the trick want three)
The bitch chose me (The bitch chose me), your bitch OD (Your bitch OD)
You phony pimps need be six feet deep (Need be six feet deep)