Okay Like (feat. Fiji Ferdae)
Mhm
Okay look
Okay okay
Pow pow pow
Look
Okay like
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm (Ahuh)
Okay like okay like
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Okay like (Yeah)
I got the drop
We all getting green
You know that's a lot
Yeah you know
I like to party
So we get it started
You know i'm making this shit hot
Getting green just like a garden
Balling like i'm harden
Step back you know that's my shot
For the money we was starving
Got fiber like carbin
How we driving
Right out the lot (Yeah)
What?
Pour some henny
We double the cup
I go to a party
We gonna live it up
At the bnb smoking it up
She all on me sucking me up
All this liquiar is fucking me up
But i swear it just not enough
Told her keep it down low
But she still brought it up
Told shorty she gotta go
Once i'm done
All I care about is money
I don't care about you hoes
Cause these n****s
See i'm shining like the sun
I'm the one applying pressure
N***a you could check my dresser
Got that hermes
Dior and louie vuitton
Put chrome heart
Up on my sweater
Now I dead don't wanna text her
Get the methods
And i put my n****s on
Pow pow pow
I said bitch don't
You hit my line up
You ain't checking me
Ain't checking on nobody
He said he finna slide up
We gon dead his ass
(We gon dead his ass)
I don't care who you was
You ain't gon flex on me
I don't care who you was
You ain't gon step on me
Nobody but you know
I'm big heavy weight
But ya man in the trunk
And the tec on me
Real life (Real life)
All these n****s be fo
These n****s be bogies
N****a why you talk so much
You chatting out your teeth
You thought I ain't notice
Now and days
These bitches be traga
I'm laughing like haha (Haha)
Cause you fell in love with a baba
But she was just giving that mata
In the back seat said she muslim
We fucking i make her scream allah
She want that louie that prada
But i cannot love no bitch no no
No show
Like just pick up your shit
And go (Just go)
I was like baby (baby)
Once you leave don't hit my phone
(Don't hit my shit)
I ain't never need no love
I ain't tripping lemme alone
I ain't never need no one
Always did shit by my own
Okay like
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm (Ahuh)
Okay like
Okay like
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Okay like...
Okay look
Okay okay
Pow pow pow
Look
Okay like
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm (Ahuh)
Okay like okay like
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Okay like (Yeah)
I got the drop
We all getting green
You know that's a lot
Yeah you know
I like to party
So we get it started
You know i'm making this shit hot
Getting green just like a garden
Balling like i'm harden
Step back you know that's my shot
For the money we was starving
Got fiber like carbin
How we driving
Right out the lot (Yeah)
What?
Pour some henny
We double the cup
I go to a party
We gonna live it up
At the bnb smoking it up
She all on me sucking me up
All this liquiar is fucking me up
But i swear it just not enough
Told her keep it down low
But she still brought it up
Told shorty she gotta go
Once i'm done
All I care about is money
I don't care about you hoes
Cause these n****s
See i'm shining like the sun
I'm the one applying pressure
N***a you could check my dresser
Got that hermes
Dior and louie vuitton
Put chrome heart
Up on my sweater
Now I dead don't wanna text her
Get the methods
And i put my n****s on
Pow pow pow
I said bitch don't
You hit my line up
You ain't checking me
Ain't checking on nobody
He said he finna slide up
We gon dead his ass
(We gon dead his ass)
I don't care who you was
You ain't gon flex on me
I don't care who you was
You ain't gon step on me
Nobody but you know
I'm big heavy weight
But ya man in the trunk
And the tec on me
Real life (Real life)
All these n****s be fo
These n****s be bogies
N****a why you talk so much
You chatting out your teeth
You thought I ain't notice
Now and days
These bitches be traga
I'm laughing like haha (Haha)
Cause you fell in love with a baba
But she was just giving that mata
In the back seat said she muslim
We fucking i make her scream allah
She want that louie that prada
But i cannot love no bitch no no
No show
Like just pick up your shit
And go (Just go)
I was like baby (baby)
Once you leave don't hit my phone
(Don't hit my shit)
I ain't never need no love
I ain't tripping lemme alone
I ain't never need no one
Always did shit by my own
Okay like
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm (Ahuh)
Okay like
Okay like
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Mhm mhm mhm
Okay like...
Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Rodriguez
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