Ha Ha lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Bandplay)
(Band)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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' b*tch feel like Ashley Banks, I'm a Fresh Prince, walk in with these fresh prints
Got all these folks neck spint
Young n*gga wrote all five mil' off my checklist
If a n*gga come and try to f*ck with my gang, n*gga, that's a death wish
I don't think that I'm bad, but I'm one them n*ggas you don't wanna mess with
Baby mama all on my sidе, yeah, I'm the type of n*gga shе'll flex with
Old hoes out here mad because I'm out here turnin' up with my next b*tch
Lame brains actin' like they tough, but these n*ggas really zesty
Told my b*tch don't tell my business, 'cause these hoes really messy
Fake page playin' on my phone, sayin' all my old hoes miss me
pus*y b*tch, I ain't in your business, you know where you can catch me?
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Been in my bag, b*tch, I been grindin'
b*tch on my sack, so a n*gga been smilin'
Ain't worried 'bout these lil' bitty b*tches 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 b*tch and I make her scream louder
Lil' baby a wetty, she wet like a shower
Give her a Perc' and the head, she devour
b*tch, 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 n*ggas, I do not feel 'em
I do not trust 'em when they say they killers
My b*tch got a BBL and some lip fillers
I can't wait 'til I go home and go kiss her
I'ma go hit her, b*tch, I'm official
Can't put more money, then I'ma go blitz 'em
My b*tch 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 b*tch-ass n*gga out on a picture (n*gga)
[Chorus]
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