Текст песни Hahaha - Quise , Fat Money

Yeah, yeah
Chase Davis on the beat
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

What time make these bitches go bye-bye, bye-bye-bye?
Who gon' let them switches go rrah-rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah?
Who gon' make that Drakey go ca-ca, ca-ca-ca?
Heard that nigga sold his soul, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

Yeah, this that last dance, so we gon' dance quick
TyMoney called me on the phone, said, "It's that cinco-six"
We got these Dracos and these SRTs, we ride with six
I'm steady laughin' to the bank, I'm makin' ha-ha
Chips, we came with switches, niggas know we bangin' niggas
Throw your set up, bag on niggas
Furniture move, we arrange a nigga
Photo shit, yeah, we change the picture
You got a crib, but my house a lil' bigger
I'm the one that'll pop me a nigga
I'm the one that done made six figures, okay
I ain't seen, heard, that's all
Paint a picture like McGraw
I'm throwin' swag, they throwin' salt
I'm tryna brush the haters off
Don't make us outline you in that chalk
Louis Vuitton, Virgil shit cost
If I wear white, you know it's off
I got swag, don't do Lacoste
Yeah, I done found my glitch
Nigga, pick your pick
I'm John Madden up in my hood
Don't make me call the blitz
The paramedics on the scene, you know that man is hit
The clip empty super fast, I'm shootin' at all that shit, yeah

What time make these bitches go bye-bye, bye-bye-bye?
Who gon' let them switches go rrah-rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah?
Who gon' make that Drakey go ca-ca, ca-ca-ca?
Heard that nigga sold his soul, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha

Crib in Calabasas, jeans made by Valabasas
Who let you rappers walk these halls with these invalid passes?
He ain't got no money, he a jerk without the cabbage, get it?
Jerk without the cabbage with it, and a rack won't last a minute
Spinnin' back-to-back on business, they won't
Tweak no more (They won't tweak no more)
We got more shots in this Drac' than your FICO score
MoneyMakin' Mitch and Ace, the fuck we need a RICO for?
Road runnin', my feet was sore, the broom on me, don't sweep the floor
You wasn't around when I was in jail and had to bunk my bed
I paid a bitch to bump my head, I must've bumped my head
Give a fuck if I visit my granny house, I'm leavin' one in the head
Still keep a Drac' in the cupboard for monsters under the bed
Pay for the hit, double the bread, fuck what he did, I want him dead
When it be comin' to breakin' the laws
I'm done with the state, I'm goin' fed
My mama say I need to see a psychiatrist
I'm pourin' meds when I'm on the edge
I made a pledge, come back with the bread
For money, your head get cracked like an egg

What time make these bitches go bye-bye, bye-bye-bye?
Who gon' let them switches go rrah-rrah, rrah-rrah-rrah?
Who gon' make that Drakey go ca-ca, ca-ca-ca?
Heard that nigga sold his soul, ha-ha, ha-ha-ha