"Ha Ha" lyrics

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(Band)

Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm movin' up the rank on 'em

Shout out my bank teller, say that my lil' bank teller, that my best friend
I ain't even gotta tell 'em, when they see this Gucci sweater, know them checks in
Lil' bitch feel like Ashley Banks, I'm a Fresh Prince, walk in with these fresh prints
Got all these folks neck spint
Young nigga wrote all five mil' off my checklist
If a nigga come and try to fuck with my gang, nigga, that's a death wish
I don't think that I'm bad, but I'm one them niggas you don't wanna mess with
Baby mama all on my side, yeah, I'm the type of nigga she'll flex with
Old hoes out here mad because I'm out here turnin' up with my next bitch
Lame brains actin' like they tough, but these niggas really zesty
Told my bitch don't tell my business, 'cause these hoes really messy
Fake page playin' on my phone, sayin' all my old hoes miss me
Pussy bitch, I ain't in your business, you know where you can catch me?

Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm movin' up the rank on 'em

Been in my bag, bitch, I been grindin'
Bitch on my sack, so a nigga been smilin'
Ain't worried 'bout these lil' bitty bitches that's childish
I'll probably be countin' this paper for hours
First, you get the money, then you get power
I dig in your bitch and I make her scream louder
Lil' baby a wetty, she wet like a shower
Give her a Perc' and the head, she devour
Bitch, I been chillin', countin' up millions
Thumbin' through bands in the back of a Bentley
I don't do notes, no, this not a rental
Chopper hit notes just like The Spinners
We might go hit up STK for dinner
All of these C-notes, you think that I print 'em
All of these niggas, I do not feel 'em
I do not trust 'em when they say they killers
My bitch got a BBL and some lip fillers
I can't wait 'til I go home and go kiss her
I'ma go hit her, bitch, I'm official
Can't put more money, then I'ma go blitz 'em
My bitch got a bag, yeah, I gotta bless her
Call up my jeweler, we got matching Richards
Giving out shots, ain't talkin' 'bout liquor
Put that bitch-ass nigga out on a picture (Nigga)

Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm laughin' to the bank on 'em
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm movin' up the rank on 'em