That's OK

[Hook] 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) [Verse 1] 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 thats 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 dont get heard in ye I usually dont get turned up yeah But this is what they want [Hook] Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago London to Morocco 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) [Verse 2] 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 chain says it's dead silence, yeah, with flawless stones and diamonds yeah [Hook] Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago London to Morocco 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 Morocco 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)