A Moneyy - Okay
Hotbox two O's I can't see through the screen
I can't love her she be loving the team
Talk out your place get you cut out the scene
I dont see hate all I see is the green
Niggas be rats they gon bite for the cheese
Stacking my bread wit a mak get it sleaze
She dont show love on the gram just the sheets
Run up the bands all the times we ain't sleep
I dont do drama he broke or he fake
They want a feature but I cant relate
Front me a pack give it back the next day
Bluefaces around me they can't stay away
Broke just an option its sink or you swim
Bro always had me when I had no ends
Break shawty heart and move on to her friend
She saw my life but I can't fit her it in
DJ on my right we just tryna win
Glizzy gon hold on that 40 for slim
Khe got the K bussing shots out the tints
And dont try to diss cause then buddha gon spin
He catch a opp he gon smile through the week
I'm on my way sneaky links private beach
My past in the past lately been outta reach
Just Pray to Allah that he watch over me
Stay on my grind pieces is shooting just kick me A vibe OA
She want my time I want to get rich with all my guys okay
Hop in the coupe smoking some cookies who scent up the room OJ
Okay Okay Okay
Flight to the bay i'm getting littt for the night in a wraith okay
Shooters got aim when they get upping we not at a range no games
Fuck what they say umma stack bread and head straight to the bank okay
Okay Okay OKay
Stay on my grind pieces is shooting just kick me A vibe OA
She want my time I want to get rich with all my guys okay
Hop in the coupe smoking some cookies who scent up the room OJ
Okay Okay Okay
I do not chirp with the birds but they flirting
Cut off some old vibes I know that they lurking
Flex for the gram and I know that she hurting
Car full of demons and all of them purging
Homie act tough think it times we pull curtains
Not here for bullshit I'm just too allergic
Niggas want handouts they dont wanna earn it
The wetter she is swear the bigger the purchase
Gang want the bag there ain't nothing to tell us
used to do bad but things changed for the better
Pledge like a kappa ma im a big stepper
A pound full of bricks still a pound full of feathers
Losses was blessings but I didn't get it
Ex friends was dead ends im feeling really different
I'm in a penthouse the top of building
I'm on the rise swear I don't see a ceiling
Amiris can't fit me im wearing balencicis
Imma big dog but she throwing the kitty
Many men hating im feeling like fifty
Dissing the dead we dont show him no pity
Stay on my grind pieces is shooting just kick me A vibe OA
She want my time I want to get rich with all my guys okay
Hop in the coupe smoking some cookies who scent up the room OJ
Okay Okay Okay
Flight to the bay im getting littt for the night in a wraith okay
Shooters got aim when they get upping we not at a range no games
Fuck what they say umma stack bread and head straight to the bank
Okay Okay OKay
Written by:
AMY GRACE JOHNSON, JEROEN SWINNEN, PATRIK JEAN OLSSON
Publisher:
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