Ha Ha

(Ayo, Bandplay)

(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 **** wrote all five mil' off my checklist

If a **** come and try to fuck with my gang, ****, that's a death wish

I don't think that I'm bad, but I'm one them **** you don't wanna mess with

Baby mama all on my side, yeah, I'm the type of **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 ****, 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 **** out on a picture (****)

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