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yella beezy - 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
p+ssy 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 k!llers
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

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