Okay Okay Okay

(álbum: I'm Almost Ready - 2016)

Yeah okay, okay, okay
It's 1207 'til the top, boy
Yeah okay, okay, okay
It's 1207 'til the top, boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay

Okay, okay, okay
I hopped up off the block, I had to blow and get away, away
Okay, okay
I give 'em heart attacks but what it say
Your problems getting soft, you niggas in my lane, just in my way
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
Yeah I count up every fucking day
And spend it on my bag, ok?
Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
I might spend a couple thousand to put Cartiers up on my face
Who want the fade?
Sick of lil bitches renegades
They throwing shades
In my business, all up in my space
You bitches lame
All you bitches need is me to blame
I'm gorgeous man
All these bitches really want is change

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay

Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay
I've been plotting how to get you pussy niggas out the way
You niggas fucking shames, I'm wiping little shits away
Okay, okay, okay
I'm running up the price today
She fucked the price up pay
My Uber ticket twice your pay
Okay, okay, okay
I gotta say
I be calling my old bitch up like "I miss you every day"
No way
She said no fucking way, no fucking way

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay

Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
I'm almost ready
I think I'm ready
Okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
I'm almost ready
I think I'm ready