What’s Hannin lyrics

[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 b*tches 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 sh*t gon’ jump (We make it jump)
We run the G, been them n*ggas a buck (Huh)
Joe in the VIP (VIP), Aye Jae in the cut (Mhm hmm)
Big Ching get the backend while we turnin’ sh*t up (Hey)
This how we live (Live), not givin’ a f*ck (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 b*tch (Huh)

[Chorus: Premo Rice & [?]]
I’m workin’ a b*tch, you hurtin’ a b*tch, what’s hannin’?
(n*ggas savin’ these hoes, n*gga, where is your standards?)
I’m bankin’ a ho, you thankin’ a ho, what’s hannin’?
(And n*gga's talkin’ “pimpin’” but they using f*ckin' manners )
I’m workin’ a b*tch, you hurtin’ a b*tch, what’s hannin’?
(n*gga, the streets is done!)
I’m bankin’ a ho, you thankin’ a hoe, what’s hannin’?
(I’m sick of you n*ggas!)
[Verse 2: Aye Jae]
Ayy
Ayy, baby, just do what you told
Walk into that room, shut your mouth, take off your clothes
b*tches takin’ souls
They just bend and touch they toes to this sh*t I’ve been exposin’
These skinny ripped jeans, it’s just me and all my woes
I don’t save sh*t, unless its money, I’m on the same sh*t
Wake up some mornings
It ain't the same b*tch
Still stuck in the same clique
Up for two days, stuck in the same fit
Movin’ like Jordan when he had game 6
b*tch, cut all the lame sh*t
We just need that paper by the weekend
That lil b*tch 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, b*tch, I could teach it (Ooh!)

[Interlude: [?]]
You know what it is b*tch!
I’m here to teach, not preach!
I need the motherf*ckin' lips on your face and below your waist!
Now, let’s motherf*cking 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 b*tches, ‘cause it’s game or nothing (We pimp game)
Me and these n*ggas 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 b*tch chose me (The b*tch chose me), your b*tch OD (Your b*tch OD)
You phony pimps need be six feet deep (Need be six feet deep)