Okay Lyrics

She wanna ride with the star
Ended up droppin’ my top, okay
My ex told me she needed space
I guess we both goin’ to Mars, okay
I cannot forget the base
I’m takin’ my mop on my dates, okay
Just look at the look on they faces
They wanna jump in my place, okay
Told shorty she was the one
But I’m taking her friends out to Tan, okay
I told ’em to load up the dock
But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay
One of one, this a new Cullinan
No tellin’ what I’ma spend, okay
Ain’t countin’ up no more dubs again
Only fuckin’ with the Benjamins, okay

Straight off a plane to the spot, freshen up, put on studs
Tell the vibes to meet up, get it goin’, let’s go
I throw a fit on, Rick Owens (Okay)
Momma the shit and she know it
Ain’t just talkin’, I got it, I show it (Don’t play)
Send a boardin’ pass when she get bored (Come play)
Country hoppin’, in Europe, we touring you
Keep it low if they know that it’s roarin’
Went ceramic, the Audemars blue, it’s six-fifty
They ain’t brought ’em out yet, these the new ones
Having motion, don’t ask what I’m doing
Tryna see her, she pretty, she glowin’
Haters hate, that’s their job, they gon’ do it
I wear white Air Force Ones with the Louis
Tell the business, you fumbled, you blew it
Bro ain’t do it if the lawyer don’t prove it
She delusional, makin’ up shit in her head and believin’ it, she just be needin’ the space

She wanna ride with the star
Ended up droppin’ my top, okay
My ex told me she needed space
I guess we both goin’ to Mars, okay
I cannot forget the base
I’m takin’ my mop on my dates, okay
Just look at the look on they faces
They wanna jump in my place, okay
Told shorty she was the one
But I’m takin’ her friends out to Tan, okay
I told ’em to load up the dock
But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay
One of one, this a new Cullinan
No tellin’ what I’ma spend, okay
Ain’t countin’ up no more dubs again
Only fuckin’ with the Benjamins, okay

Made hundred mill and took over the street with no sponsor, man
Comin’ through customs and flyin’ through Cali
They checkin’ the jet for the contraband
Brought out the coupe
Shorty got grouped out
Told lil’ bitch to stay off the ‘Gram
Don’t be the first to get hit with that Draco
Soulja boy or that Aubrey Graham, don’t be playin’
She holla at the moon, I be barkin’
I am a goon, she a goblin
Coke Boy like Loon up in Harlem
Ramadan but we ain’t starvin’
Came out the mud on my own
That’s word to Rick, I don’t owe ’em
Shoot your shooter out his zone
So rich they think I got clones

She wanna ride with the star
Ended up droppin’ my top, okay
My ex told me she needed space
I guess we both goin’ to Mars, okay
I cannot forget the base
I’m takin’ my mop on my dates, okay
Just look at the look on they faces
They wanna jump in my place, okay
Told shorty she was the one
But I’m takin’ her friends out to Tan, okay
I told ’em to load up the dock
But they wanna ride in my Benz, okay
One of one, this a new Cullinan
No tellin’ what I’ma spend, okay
Ain’t countin’ up no more dubs again
Only fuckin’ with the Benjamins, okay