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