Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Haha , by - Weiland. Release date: 19.11.2020
Song language: English
Haha |
| Let me take you home, yeah |
| I’ma only tell you by the one time‚ come on |
| Put my Rolex on‚ you just gotta put it on like |
| Yeah‚ you got it |
| Stop it |
| What’s up in my pocket? |
| Any opps pocket watchin' |
| I jugg, ain’t had no option |
| Got big Prada in the closet |
| Plenty Patek watches |
| Everything I do, they copy |
| I’m the trendin' topic |
| Ha‚ ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha‚ ha-ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha |
| Ricky, no Amiri, bitch, this shit so serious |
| These bitches delirious, these racks mysterious |
| Ain’t with Bloods, on period |
| Pop a Perc', I’m furious |
| Bad bitch a Sagittarius |
| Packrunner experience |
| I do fraud, it’s glorious |
| She give head, victorious |
| Pay me with them bands |
| Started out from nothin', then I came up with some bands |
| Bitch, I had that money before I got an advance, ha |
| I can’t trust nobody (I can’t trust nobody) |
| I can’t trust nobody, yeah, I can’t feel my body |
| Off the Perc', can’t feel my body |
| Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Yeah) |
| Pop this Perc', make me twerk on a bitch (On a bitch) |
| In the club, walk around with my stick (With my stick) |
| My pieces hittin', yeah, your pieces lookin' brick (Alright, alright) |
| When I walk in, bitches starin', they take pics (Alright, alright) |
| My pieces hit and yo' shit lookin' like some tap water |
| We ain’t worried 'bout you comin' like a backorder |
| I feel like Apple 'cause I’m sendin' out the MAC orders (Bang, bang) |
| They shootin' niggas in the head and off the back border |
| Choppa size of a dwarf, where is Snow White? |
| (Snow White) |
| And I be gettin' the same color as a go light (Uh-huh) |
| Give that bitch my slim jimmy, ain’t got no type (Ah) |
| You’d think she rented how I gave her back in one night (Ooh) |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Sos' baby) |
| Pull up, kill everybody, buy a casket for 'em |
| Say she lookin' for the boss, well you ran into him |
| Now you got him in your presence, what you gon' do for him? |
| That lil' nigga missed his shot 'cause he got stupid form (Dummy) |
| Niggas wanna be in gang, tell 'em sign up |
| All these hoes be tryna see where you gon' wind up |
| Brush my teeth and flame a blunt when I wake up |
| Tell that bitch I’m good, but good ain’t good enough (Uh-huh) |
| (Let's get it) |
| Stop it |
| What’s up in my pocket? |
| Any opps pocket watchin' |
| I jugg, ain’t had no option |
| Got big Prada in the closet |
| Plenty Patek watches |
| Everything I do, they copy |
| I’m the trendin' topic |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Ha, ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha |
| Walkin' out the bank, we sayin' ha-ha |