OK (feat. Don Toliver)

Don't you, don't you

Don't you, don't you

Don't you, don't you

Don't you, don't you

Young rich nigga got trapper ting

Bad lil' bitches wanna lick on me

Movin' like a YM when I was sixteen

Smokin' that weed and trappin' out houses

Back of the 'Lac and I'm higher than a mountain

Drank codeine, got it comin' out a fountain

What you finna do for that allowance?

Bags on the floor, bags on the floor countin'

I'm goin' through, finna call my accountant

Run it through a trap? I doubt it

You wanna get money? I'm 'bout it

Okay, yeah, o-okay, o-o-okay, I drag you in the street

Okay, yeah, okay, uh, okay, okay, I just ride on that beat

Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I drag you in the street

Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I just ride on that beat

Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I drag you in the street

Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I just ride on that beat

Let me see where we at tonight

We could bring this back to life

Thought that I couldn't, you should be embarrassed

Their egos is threatened, they really should cherish

Too many excuses, I don't wanna hear it

Don't call it a patio, bitch, it's a terrace

We finna make us a killin', that's word to my deads

They try to paint me as a villain and color me bad

I noticed the jealousy peakin', I thought we was past this

This type of exposure's indecent, these niggas is classless

I bet on myself when the labels thought I was a bad risk

The money that I had invested is doin' gymnastics

This what we need

This type of engine don't run off of greed

Their music ain't big as my songs that had leaked

They need some assistance or call the police

F all the talkin', the talkin' is cheap

How many cars? Why they call it a fleet?

Livin' the stars and the comets and meteors

I do not care if you comment on me

Don't you, don't you

Don't you, don't you

Don't you, don't you

Don't you, don't you

Don't you, don't you

Don't you, don't you