HAHA Lyrics

Used to be a broke boy, now I got that money flow

Racks on racks on racks and racks, okay, ugh let 'em roll

Used to stress about some fuck shit, now I don't no mo

I'm too litty with the gang, you know we be kneading dough

Yeah we uppy

Bad bitch, double D's

Says only wants me

Gets lows, grabs my D

I'm like, "Whoa.. bitch please"

I do my dance around the party

All these bitches named Molly

They so hot like tamales

Pop them pills just like smarties

Oooh, let me get wavy

I'm so drippy like you're spilling gravy

Oooh, maybe, maybe you be my baby

Never mind, fuck that, ugh

That's me talkin' crazy

Ahh shit ahh shit

This bitch wants to collect my kids

Told her I got nothing to give

So she ask "Why you got rizz?"

Ahh shit ahh shit

Pockets fat, belly big

Swerve in the whip, spin and spin

Here we go, here we go, here we go again

I be up

I be up all night, night, night

Used to be a broke boy, now I got that money flow

Racks on racks on racks and racks, okay, ugh let 'em roll

Used to stress about some fuck shit, now I don't no mo

I'm too litty with the gang, you know we be kneading dough

Yeah we uppy