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