Okay Fine

[Intro: Jay Critch] Hey, hey [Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock] Shawty think she mine, I don't know (I don't know) Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon' smoke (okay fine) I been really on my grind for the dough Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow Hey, shawty think she mine, I don't know I don't cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy Young nigga gettin' to the dough, got it for the low What you need? Just hit my trap phone, ayy Young nigga pull up in the Ghost I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands) She say that I flex, I do the most Pull up in a 'rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey Aww shit, 12 comin', get low, yeah I can't let them take this bankroll, yeah Flowin' through the city with my bros, yeah Ridin' with them poles, 'bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah [Verse: Jay Critch & PnB Rock] Hey, big knots, blue cheese in a Balmain Nigga we ain't playin' with that money, got it on me I just got some money, ran off with your shawty Used to ride the bus, now I pull up in a 'rari, hey Now I pull up in a 'rari Drove past my ex, yeah, that bitch was lookin' salty Know I had to flex, yeah, I ain't never sorry Thought I would be broke for forever, bitch, I'm ballin' Now I got a mansion, now my diamonds dancin' I'm pushin' the Wraith, 'member dreamin' 'bout a Phantom Peep the haters' faces, I know that they can't stand it Run up, try to take it, you know I got that hammer Ayy, hit it then replace it, lean up in the Fanta Shawty, you too basic, I can't be your man, no Diamonds they are racist, flashin' like a camera Do the dash, speed racing, pull up in a Lambo', hey [Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock] Shawty think she mine, I don't know (I don't know) Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon' smoke (okay fine) I been really on my grind for the dope Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow Hey, shawty think she mine, I don't know I don't cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy Young nigga gettin' to the dough, got it for the low What you need? Just hit my trap phone, ayy Young nigga pull up in the Ghost I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands) She say that I flex, I do the most Pull up in a 'rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey Aww shit, 12 comin', get low, yeah I can't let them take this bankroll, yeah Flowin' through the city with my bros, yeah Ridin' with them poles, 'bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah