Ki'money - What's Hannin' (feat. Cyncere)

Tahj Money
Yeah
Ayo Blue
A n***a Still Stackin'
Different type of Cyncere yea
Malik on the beat
So what's hannin' aye what's hannin'
Aye what's hannin'
We gettin to the money we run it up and bring them racks in (We bring them racks in)
I can't trust nobody I'm pistol packin' (I'm pistol packin')
If yo bitch bad I blow her back in (Blow her back in)
So what's hannin' aye what's hannin'
Aye what's hannin' (Yeah)
We gettin to the money we run it up and bring them racks in (We bring them racks in)
I can't trust nobody I'm pistol packin' (I'm pistol packin')
If yo bitch bad I blow her back in (Blow her back in)
I cant trust nobody won't nobody keep it real as me
I'm clutching on this glock bitch in this glock I got a 30 piece
Can't let no n***a worry me ain't not one n***a scaring me
Beam on this bitch so when I shoot it's like a Curry three
I stay koo like I kno to stay koo i keep that tool on me
Them fools gone keep up with them fools ain't with that foolery
I'm cold no jewelry yo bitch wanna fuck 2 of me
She keep sending me freaky texts bout the shit she gone do to me
A hoe gone be a hoe a bitch gone be a bitch my girl she heaven sent
I'm chasing paper I want every dolla I want every cent
Pockets like a cemetery all these dead presidents
She kno Im getting to it all them broke n****s irrelevant
223 2 Micheal Jordan's Tony Parker on my hip
Kobe Bryant in my cup I'm boutta take another sip
Chus it's many men wishing death on me
Thats why I got a whole clip with nothin less on me
So what's hannin' aye what's hannin'
Aye what's hannin'
We gettin to the money we run it up and bring them racks in (We bring them racks in)
I can't trust nobody I'm pistol packin' (I'm pistol packin')
If yo bitch bad I blow her back in (Blow her back in)
So what's hannin' aye what's hannin'
Aye what's hannin' (Yeah)
We gettin to the money we run it up and bring them racks in (We bring them racks in)
I can't trust nobody I'm pistol packin' (I'm pistol packin')
If yo bitch bad I blow her back in (Blow her back in)
Aye what's hannin' yea what's hannin'
I got a FN
Glock 19 on my side with an extendo never lackin
These n****s cappin these n****s cappin
My n****s gettin to the money yea we bring them racks in
She rubbin on my tattoos saying Cyn just break my back in
My n****s get the drop send the location we in traffic
He thought it was game now they calling paramedics
Ain't no doing no acting I keep a sack my shoota accurate
If it ain't about the money then my name you shouldn't mention
I'm outta state handling business
Make a call they on a mission
Yeah my girl she keep a glock or two I make her pop at you nah I ain't clicking up with these dudes We not gone say we cool
They steady looking at my attributes tryna see what I can do N****s posting on the sideline talking what they might gone do
Nah I ain't worried bout a thing these n****s lame and it won't change
I told my n***a to stay dangerous chus shit is not the same
Different type of Cynere
So what's hannin' aye what's hannin'
Aye what's hannin'
We gettin to the money we run it up and bring them racks in (We bring them racks in)
I can't trust nobody I'm pistol packin' (I'm pistol packin')
If yo bitch bad I blow her back in (blow her back in)
So what's hannin' aye what's hannin'
Aye what's hannin' (Yeah)
We gettin to the money we run it up and bring them racks in (We bring them racks in)
I can't trust nobody I'm pistol packin' (I'm pistol packin')
If yo bitch bad I blow her back in (Blow her back in)
I can't trust nobody won't nobody keep it real as me
Beam on this bitch so when I shoot it's like a Curry three

Written by:
Dominique Wagner

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