Haha! Lyrics

Chop out, block hot

Hit opps with the blacka

That bitch tried to cockblock

But I still fucked like "Ha, ha!"

I just love that money

Laugh to the bank some funny

Laugh to the bank some funny

Let's go make some money

Yeah there's only one of me

Everyone so proud of me

I feel like a prodigy

Inside of my Prada Jeans

On my way to get a milli

Shooter pull up and he gettin' silly

Diamond teeth so it's getting real chilly

You buggin' if you think you could kill me

Pop me a perc yeah, that's the real me

Get a bag in, yeah, like I'm reelin'

I couldn't tell you how I'm feelin'

You wouldn't get na how I'm feelin'

Sometimes I think way too much

So I take a double cup and I fill it

Screw loose think I need a Phillip

Playin' with drums feel like J Dilla

Need some I could be your dealer

2Advanced yeah no one realer

Ha, yeah, I fuck that bitch then I'm finna peel off

Designer shoes yeah these are not Fila's

Huh, huh, no, life moving so fast, but I feel slow

Yeah, I'm feeling slow as fuck

You wanna run down then I grab that Glock, yeah

And I'm finna buh buh

Shoot him and his friend I don't give a fuck

Shoot him and his friend I don't give a fuck, na

I just had to run up my bucks

I imagine it must suck

Cause they can't be like us

Old friends see me they like "Wassup?"

But I don't fuck with you anymore

You turned your back on me

When I was down bad and poor

So I'm not gone help you of course

Na, na, na

Chop out, block hot

Hit opps with the blacka

That bitch tried to cockblock

But I still fucked like "Ha, ha!"

I just love that money

Laugh to the bank some funny

Laugh to the bank some funny

Let's go make some money

Let's go make money

Bitch I'm laughing to the bank

You would think that something funny

Let's go make some money

Let's go make some money

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go, let's go

Let's go

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah