4-Khris - OK (Grows)

Uh
Yeah
Ok ok ok ok
Back in the bank hm, ok
She want my paper, too many bags ok, mhm
She wanna get nasty, I tell that lil' bitch not today, ok
Keep blowin' my phone, she wanna go where I stay
She wanna keep it in play, uh-huh
She wanna know cause I'm gone, I don't wanna stress no one
Why she so drawn to me? Hasn't even been that long, ok
She wanna ride with me, I don't even think you wrong
See the roof with the stars, they gon' say what im on
Just like that, I tell them I'm gone, to the moon, to the stars
Said I was trippin' for me bein' me, ou
I'll see you later, I'm recording
Now I'm back in the stu lockin' in like I'm Dean
Call you later in the morning, that's why you hear me so distorted
Make it sound so euphoric
No
Won't go away, no
Too many paper stones, too many racks that grows
Money trees where it grows, I can't leave that shit alone
That's why I'm makin' these songs, 200 racks, 200 racks
Just to make sure that you straight, ok
Put the paper on your plate
Never work another day, fly away, fly away, ok
Now we flyin' out of state, have them park up at the gates
They be hatin' nowadays, throwin' shade, throwin' shade
But I keep it cool, don't really care what they say or they do
I been that niggas since I was a youngin
You see all these bitches, they actin' a fool
I got the loot, I'm in round two
They stealin' my vision, to tell you the truth
I know some niggas, that act like they got it
When we talkin' money, then show me the proof
What you gon' do
Ayy
Ayy
Smack you out your place
I don't wanna play these games, ok
Why you wanna play these games, ok
Seem like everyone the same
Two-faced, two-faced
I can't be around the fake
A lot of niggas can't relate
You cannot stop what you started
Know some niggas got a problem
If we got a problem, let's go ahead and solve it
I don't do it when you wanna
Talk too much, tryna get it all sorted
I ain't fuckin' with the drama
Heat it up like a sauna
Tell the truth, he a goner
Oh, oh
I got pieces that you need
Pieces
Can't walk a mile on my feets
No
Ooh, you can't tell me what I need
I need
Yeah, I'm fulfillin' all my dreams
Uh
Oh, feelin' like I'm everything, ok
You want, you can't tell me anything, ok
Big stepper, big stepper
Livin' life, livin' better
Big stepper, big stepper
Livin' life, livin' better
Wasn't so clever when you went and left me all lonely
Mad that I do better now that I am all on my doley
You missed my love, all I did was on me
Nah, we can't be homies, no
No, won't go away, no
Too many paper stones
Too many racks that grows
Money trees where it grows
I can't leave that shit alone
That's why I'm makin' these songs
That's why I'm makin' these songs

Written by:
Christopher Lorenzo

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