Testo HAHA! - 27CLUB feat. TITUS & Rozei
Testo della canzone HAHA! (27CLUB feat. TITUS & Rozei), tratta dall'album Sticks & Stones
I just made 50 bands, I ain't even have to do shit
Motherfucker, I'm ruthless
Had a bitch hit my line but I told her, "Kick rocks"
'Cause you know the boy been on his bullshit
Like, who this?
Money came through and I got it now and you clueless
Don't come around and try to dab me up
Don't the play the boy like I'm stupid (like I'm stupid)
I don't really give no fucks (give no fucks)
I been countin' all this cash (all this cash)
I just had to run it up (run it up)
The boy been in his bag (my bag)
I cannot fake this, no fake shit and no patience
Don't fuck around, I gotta get it now
I'm really running shit, no Asics, bitch
I'm like, "Ha-ha-ha", when I'm driving to the bank
They like, "Blah-blah-blah", fuck what they all gotta say
I been ridin' 'round town, livin' like I'm from LA
And I'm getting to the cheddar all goddamn day
I'm like, "Ha-ha-ha", when I'm driving to the bank
They like, "Blah-blah-blah", fuck what they all gotta say
I been ridin' 'round town, livin' like I'm from LA
And I'm getting to the cheddar all goddamn day (ayy, okay)
Same old shit, I hear the same old shit
Like, "How you doin'? How you livin'?"
"Been a minute, where you been?" (Where you?)
I been countin' up my digits, got some bitches in a Benz
Guess they say I'm getting richer or I'm different, it depends (ayy)
I got the cash now, put your man in the background
She know I'ma standout
Put your hand down, I ain't giving no handouts (no, no)
I need a crib so big that it fit all bands now
We might need to pan out (pan, pan, pan)
I need a bitch so thick she can't come to my parent's house
Like bitch, I'm the man now (now)
I'm like, "Ha-ha-ha", when I'm driving to the bank
They like, "Blah-blah-blah", fuck what they all gotta say
I been ridin' 'round town, livin' like I'm from LA
And I'm getting to the cheddar all goddamn day
I'm like, "Ha-ha-ha", when I'm driving to the bank
They like, "Blah-blah-blah", fuck what they all gotta say
I been ridin' 'round town, livin' like I'm from LA
And I'm getting to the cheddar all goddamn day
Get the fuck up off me, bitch, get the fuck up off me
I'm way too clean, on laundry
A nigga not from Milwaukee but still got big bucks on me, yeah
We dead lit, no zombie
I make this shit look easy
They hit my DM, and check for a cheat sheet
I ain't got time to be giving no freebies, nah
That shit gotta cost dog, my bitch thick as sauce, dawg
Crib too big like Waldorf, she might just get lost, dawg
Look, I just left the bank today
Checked the mirror just so I know who to thank today
I'm like, "Ha-ha-ha", when I'm driving to the bank (woah)
They like, "Blah-blah-blah", fuck what they all gotta say (fuck what they all gotta say)
I been ridin' 'round town, livin' like I'm from LA (like I'm from LA)
And I'm getting to the cheddar all goddamn day (oh-whoa)
I'm like, "Ha-ha-ha", when I'm driving to the bank (oh-woah)
They like, "Blah-blah-blah", fuck what they all gotta say (fuck what they all gotta say)
I been ridin' 'round town, livin' like I'm from LA (like I'm from LA)
And I'm getting to the cheddar all goddamn day (oh-whoa)
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Writer(s): Randolph Newman, Alex Theesfield, Jaiden Marion Stephens
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