That's OK

Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago

London to Morroco

Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know

I just play the lotto

Gangstas wanna ride doe

With they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, fuck your problems bitch

I'm plottin like a psycho

Bitches call me boppo

I like all my pussy with some good head on the side doe

Mercy, mercy on me, with no Murciélago

Bitches blow me like a trombone

I got shawties on the side doe that's OK (that's OK)

I get hoes and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK)

Bitch I'm broke and that's OK

(that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits)

Niggas feel me cuz my team is so colossal

London to Morroco

Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos

She just wants some combo, but I ain't got no time doe

I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out

Bitch could trip and that's OK

She ain't shit and that's OK (thats OK, that's OK)

Oh bitch I'm different that's OK

(that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits, that's OK)

They say he stuntin hard for a nigga with no job ye?

When he get that car get that necklace get them broads ye?

He think he a star sign them posters up and movies shows and late nights at the studios

and fuckin all the groupie hoes (g-g-groupie hoes!)

Drinkin all the henny gettin faded huh

I dont drink no vodka but Moscato thats her favorite huh

Two Murciélago's in my driveway with the baddest chicks

They callin me they daddy pimp and then I woke up mad as shit

Hopped up bout the bedroom turn my motherfucking swag on

Supercallaniggaristicesexpeallamagnum

Double cups and twisted think I'm trippin bitch n that's OK

Pray for me if that's the case someone go get pastor mase

They say he wild for a nigga with no burner ye?

Man he pretty down for someone we never heard of ye?

Then along came joyner his subordinates don't get heard in ye

I usually don't get turned up yeah

But this is [?]

Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago

London to Morroco

Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know

I just play the lotto

Gangstas wanna ride doe

With they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, fuck your problems bitch

I'm plottin like a psycho

Bitches call me boppo

I like all my pussy with some good head on the side doe

Mercy, mercy on me, with no Murciélago

Bitches blow me like a trombone

I got shawties on the side doe that's OK (that's OK)

I get hoes and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK)

Bitch I'm broke and that's OK

(that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits)

Niggas feel me cuz my team is so colossal

London to Morroco

Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos

She just wants some combo, but I ain't got no time doe

I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out

Bitch could trip and that's OK

She ain't shit and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK)

Oh bitch I'm different that's OK

(that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits, that's OK)

They say he pretty fly for a nigga that stay single eh?

All my bitches whack now I'm back on christian mingle eh

Puffin on them cancer sticks I know it turn you off n shit

But all I do is stress and I can't get the devil offa me (o-offa me)

Stomping out the haters with no tims on

All my insta crushes wanna keep me in the friend zone

Now it's back to hustlin got no cable or no water

So I'm selling all the cars I stole I might just sell some bars I wrote

I'm from outer space different species of reptilian

Supercallaniggaristicesexpeallalien

Flying through the atmosphere, cruising on you that's OK

Pour some liquor back and pray for all the soldiers passed away

They say he made it for a nigga that ain't stopping ye?

Made it out the hood ended right back in the projects ye?

Wish a nigga would try to get me then I'm plotting

Yeah my [?] with flawless stones and diamonds yeah

Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago

London to Morroco

Niggas claim they rich but I'm the brokest nigga I know

I just play the lotto

Gangstas wanna ride doe

With they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat, blat, fuck your problems bitch

I'm plottin like a psycho

Bitches call me boppo

I like all my pussy with some good head on the side doe

Mercy, mercy on me, with no Murciélago

Bitches blow me like a trombone

I got shawties on the side doe that's OK (that's OK)

I get hoes and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK)

Bitch I'm broke and that's OK

(that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits)

Niggas feel me cuz my team is so colossal

London to Morroco

Soon as I get rich I'm off to mexico for tacos

She just wants some combo, but I ain't got no time doe

I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out

Bitch could trip and that's OK

She ain't shit and that's OK (that's OK, that's OK)

Oh bitch I'm different that's OK

(that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits, that's OK, that's OK, that's OK, that shits, that shits, that's OK)