HA ft. J'VON Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Hey

I got a way with the women

They got a way with me

I might just sleep with yo mama

We lay together like sheets

I think your bitch my lil' baby

She get my dick and she teeth

I think the dick made her crazy

Dick got her going insane

Can't love no bitch, no I can't

They ain't even knowing my name

I'm just tryna stay in my lane

Tryna fuck me for the fame

Tryna fuck me to get all the pesos

But I ain't gon' give out a thang

You know bout me, I stay with some cash flow

I'm laughing straight to the bank

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, (Woah, and I)

What? What? What? What? Woah

Baby I don't know your name (Your name)

She see the bucks like Milwaukee (Woah)

Nigga, I'm taking your Dame (Your Dame)

Y'all Niggas old like Atari (What?)

How you not upping your game? (Your game?)

They talk on the web and Safari,

But don't keep the Chrome in the frame

We in the spot, I'm on her waist

She got the locs, she got the braids

Face in my lap, she gave me top

Lot of Intel when she giving me brain

And I still don't know what to do (Woah)

Why you tryna meet the crew? Yeah

How you really want the juice? (Woah)

I'mma spend it on you, yeah

I'mma spend it on (What?)

And I'mma bend your shawty like the rules, yeah

I ain't fucking with a tool, if she look chopped

She ain't getting screwed, yeah (She don't get screwed)

And back then, that girl did me dirty (What?)

And deep down, you know it's a shame (Shame)

And I'm with my bro like I'm Wayans

You know what it is when we laugh to the bank

Can't love no bitch, no I can't (Yeah)

They ain't even knowing my name

I'm just tryna stay in my lane

Tryna fuck me for the fame

Tryna fuck me to get all the pesos

But I ain't gon' give out a thang

You know bout me, I stay with some cash flow

I'm laughing straight to the bank

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA

Timmy Safari, I stay with a Mac

I stay in abundance, I'm never gon' lack

Stay with a Plan B, I can't never get trapped

In the VIP getting paid, you outside in the back

And this Chevy, I'm pushing 200 on that

Bitch, that's 12 behind me, don't you tell me relax

And I'm thumbing the racks

Yeah, until I'm fucking the bag, and I

Got a bad bitch in LA (Huh)

She tryna find where I stay (Huh)

Got a bad bitch she Jamaican

She wanna get my plantain

I met this shorty named Reese (Huh)

And she ate my dick with her spoon,

And I had to pull on Sandy in Bikini Bottom

And beat down her dunes

Aw yeah, no we not the two, we the one

Got franks in them Benjamin buns

Got cash yeah, I stay with the funds

Put gas in that Chevy and stunt

Yeah, ain't no designer on me

Bitch you know it's that nigga Tim D

I be smoking the healthiest trees

Palms be itching like I got some fleas

Aw yeah, hey, post up with the gang

Sippin' on two cups full of drank

Nigga wan' kick shit, Liu Kang

Now take them tiddies out, I'm tryna taste them

Bake yo bitch, I hit her with the baster

Fake ass niggas, I cannot relate to

Bae keep trippin, I ain't finna date you (Hey)

Can't love no bitch, no I can't

They ain't even knowing my name

I'm just tryna stay in my lane

Tryna fuck me for the fame

Tryna fuck me to get all the pesos

But I ain't gon' give out a thang

You know bout me, I stay with some cash flow

I'm laughing straight to the bank

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA

HA, HA, HA, HA