HAHA! (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Yeah, huh, huh, yeah

Okay

Bag it up, Toretto

Huh, uh, haha, uh, aha, uh, aha, uh, aha

Huh, uh, aha, uh, aha, yeah

I'm laughin' at ya, uh

Don't need to be all in the mix, I'm master

Catchin' up, so you better move faster

I ain't droppin' a minute, was gettin' my racks up

Yeah, you know how that shit go

Holdin' on to my trauma, I really don't want her

But I think I need to let shit go

Stay away from the drama and stick to the commas

I see how they curve when you get broke

Shorty built like her mama, she do what she wanna

I bet she be in my mine by the end of the summer

We gettin' freaky in the back of her Hummer

She blowin' bubbles like them Hubba Bubba

I don't wanna confess, yeah, I think that I love her

Big bubble, but yeah, I know I'm in trouble

Uh, yo, I'm that nigga, can get what you need

Tryna' be up like I'm Jay and you Queen

Don't gotta speak, I just know what you mean

Follow my way, I can tell that you lost

Can tell by ya driving, ya got too much exhaust

No one has ever let you be a boss

Invest in ya business, I got you, of course

Cause I know the course

Let me take that weight off your shoulders real quick

That's my type of vibe

If I had a whip, I would pick you up in, let's slide

Huh, I ain't got license right now, so

Let's drive your whip

Heh, if you with it, that's fine

Huh, we can have a hella good time

Huh, huh, huh

Don't need to be all in the mix, I'm master

I turn nothin' into somethin', i craft her

Did the impossible, I did it faster

Niggas can't stop me, ain't no regular rapper

Hot like wasabi, yall just need to cook up

She gave me head that made me put my feet up

She goin' crazy, she my little tweaker

Need a band if like you want a feature, yeah

I been on the Pop My Shit World Tour

I don't need friends, I don't need no whore

Matter of fact, nah, I'ma need her jaw

Said she a Leo, I'ma make her roar

Said you in my house, better do your chores

Use that mop, better clean them floors

Here's your allowance now if you want more

You gotta show me who you adore

I'm laughin' at ya

Don't need to be all in the mix, I'm master

Catchin' up, so you better move faster

I ain't droppin' a minute, was gettin' my racks up

Yeah you know how that shit go

Holdin' on to my trauma, I really don't want her

But I think I need to let shit go

Stay away from the drama, and stick to the commas

I see how they curve when you get broke

Shorty built like her momma, she do what she wanna

But I bet she'll mine by the end of the summer

We gettin' freaky in the back of her Hummer

She blowin' bubbles like them Hubba Bubba

I don't wanna confess, but I think that I love her

Big bubble, but yeah, I know I'm in trouble

I'm laughin' at ya