Ok, yo, ok
My pockets puff like diddy
Put on for the city the way no-one ever did it
I feel pity you'll never be sitting pretty
My whole committee got it like that
Cut a check they bring it right back
The Goods doin' good and they don't like that
Ridin' Curtis Mayfield, diamond in the back
Custom dash make the rooftop lie flat
Sleep on me, I'm slidin' through for a night cap
Better wake up and smell the lilac
We the type that strikes at your most vulnerable state
Invest in real estate, never facilitate that weak shhh...
They speakin' now is ya real or fake?
Cuz my watch real, pulled out the Louis luggage
Opened it up it was nothin' but hundred dollar bills
Flooded, like Nashville in 2010
I'll make it rain then claim it was well money spent
OK, OK, (I pull up they be like) OK
OK, OK, (Damn gimme some room, gimme, gimme some room)
OK, OK, (I might mess around and go buy me a gold chain)
OK, OK, (I don' messed around and just got me a gold chain)
Doin my thang, bout' to go super saiyan
Haters gonna hate but I can't hear what you sayin'
On a red eye flight, smokin' on blue flame
I got green on my mind, moving on to new thangs
They hate you then they love you I guess they got mood swings
Keep your 2 cents I don't need that loose change
Stay fly you would think I flew planes, autopilot
Yeah, I'm racking up all the mileage
Yeah, nobody get high as I get, penthouse suite top floor at the Hyatt
Lookin', lookin', lookin' for the gold ima pirate
Tryin to get paid get full no diet
I need me a bad one, I need me a diva
Lets get the party started, got tequila by the liter
Man, she say she got a man but she with me
Oh, she a cheater, she a cougar, I can't keep her
We The Goods moving fast they can't keep up
Andele, arriba check the speedometer, 200 on the dash
Haters mean muggin' when I'm pumpin' gas
But the ladies love it when I pass they be like
OK OK OK, OK OK damn gimme some room, gimme, gimme some room
OK OK I might mess around and go buy me a gold chain
OK OK I don messed around and just got me a gold chain
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
Jo Nate & Albert J. - OK Lyrics
Jo Nate & Albert J. - OK Lyrics
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Ok, yo, ok
My pockets puff like diddy
Put on for the city the way no-one ever did it
I feel pity you'll never be sitting pretty
My whole committee got it like that
Cut a check they bring it right back
The Goods doin' good and they don't like that
Ridin' Curtis Mayfield, diamond in the back
Custom dash make the rooftop lie flat
Sleep on me, I'm slidin' through for a night cap
Better wake up and smell the lilac
We the type that strikes at your most vulnerable state
Invest in real estate, never facilitate that weak shhh...
They speakin' now is ya real or fake?
Cuz my watch real, pulled out the Louis luggage
Opened it up it was nothin' but hundred dollar bills
Flooded, like Nashville in 2010
I'll make it rain then claim it was well money spent
OK, OK, (I pull up they be like) OK
OK, OK, (Damn gimme some room, gimme, gimme some room)
OK, OK, (I might mess around and go buy me a gold chain)
OK, OK, (I don' messed around and just got me a gold chain)
Doin my thang, bout' to go super saiyan
Haters gonna hate but I can't hear what you sayin'
On a red eye flight, smokin' on blue flame
I got green on my mind, moving on to new thangs
They hate you then they love you I guess they got mood swings
Keep your 2 cents I don't need that loose change
Stay fly you would think I flew planes, autopilot
Yeah, I'm racking up all the mileage
Yeah, nobody get high as I get, penthouse suite top floor at the Hyatt
Lookin', lookin', lookin' for the gold ima pirate
Tryin to get paid get full no diet
I need me a bad one, I need me a diva
Lets get the party started, got tequila by the liter
Man, she say she got a man but she with me
Oh, she a cheater, she a cougar, I can't keep her
We The Goods moving fast they can't keep up
Andele, arriba check the speedometer, 200 on the dash
Haters mean muggin' when I'm pumpin' gas
But the ladies love it when I pass they be like
OK OK OK, OK OK damn gimme some room, gimme, gimme some room
OK OK I might mess around and go buy me a gold chain
OK OK I don messed around and just got me a gold chain
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
My pockets puff like diddy
Put on for the city the way no-one ever did it
I feel pity you'll never be sitting pretty
My whole committee got it like that
Cut a check they bring it right back
The Goods doin' good and they don't like that
Ridin' Curtis Mayfield, diamond in the back
Custom dash make the rooftop lie flat
Sleep on me, I'm slidin' through for a night cap
Better wake up and smell the lilac
We the type that strikes at your most vulnerable state
Invest in real estate, never facilitate that weak shhh...
They speakin' now is ya real or fake?
Cuz my watch real, pulled out the Louis luggage
Opened it up it was nothin' but hundred dollar bills
Flooded, like Nashville in 2010
I'll make it rain then claim it was well money spent
OK, OK, (I pull up they be like) OK
OK, OK, (Damn gimme some room, gimme, gimme some room)
OK, OK, (I might mess around and go buy me a gold chain)
OK, OK, (I don' messed around and just got me a gold chain)
Doin my thang, bout' to go super saiyan
Haters gonna hate but I can't hear what you sayin'
On a red eye flight, smokin' on blue flame
I got green on my mind, moving on to new thangs
They hate you then they love you I guess they got mood swings
Keep your 2 cents I don't need that loose change
Stay fly you would think I flew planes, autopilot
Yeah, I'm racking up all the mileage
Yeah, nobody get high as I get, penthouse suite top floor at the Hyatt
Lookin', lookin', lookin' for the gold ima pirate
Tryin to get paid get full no diet
I need me a bad one, I need me a diva
Lets get the party started, got tequila by the liter
Man, she say she got a man but she with me
Oh, she a cheater, she a cougar, I can't keep her
We The Goods moving fast they can't keep up
Andele, arriba check the speedometer, 200 on the dash
Haters mean muggin' when I'm pumpin' gas
But the ladies love it when I pass they be like
OK OK OK, OK OK damn gimme some room, gimme, gimme some room
OK OK I might mess around and go buy me a gold chain
OK OK I don messed around and just got me a gold chain
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
Writer: Albert Bowley, Jonathon Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Jo Nate & Albert J.
Language: English
Length: 2:51
Written by: Albert Bowley, Jonathon Thomas