Okay! (feat. WhyKendrickJay)

I smash his bitch, do the dash I count it up 40k, straight flat Ouu All of my niggas get bags, all of my brothers go run up the tags Count up the digits, I don't need a fidget I be runnin' right through the entrance Designer on me, I don't need it pendin' Water, Fiji gang, yeah u know it's trendin' You just know how we be rockin', you know just that we got this shit poppin' Ouu Gotta stay locked in, I've always been clocked in Smokin' exotic, I can't even find it I drip and drown in the money Fuckin' on bitches, I don't want no bunny She say she love me Straight to the top, so you know it's not funny I get the packs, and I trap for the low My life's a movie, I swear this shit's gold Need me a M, bust down all froze Spazzin' on this, yeah you know I'm so cold I smash his bitch, do the dash I count it up 40k, straight flat Ouu All of my niggas get bags, all of my brothers go run up the tags Count up the digits, I don't need a fidget I be runnin' right through the entrance Designer on me, I don't need it pendin' Water, Fiji gang, yeah u know it's trendin' You just know how we be rockin', you know just that we got this shit poppin' Ouu Gotta stay locked in, I've always been clocked in Smokin' exotic, I can't even find it Say you were my bro? But I know you lyin' Look for your loyalty, I couldn't find it Pay no attention, I do not mind you You just want some vengeance, have to remind you You have zero goals in your mind, bruh I think you should spend some time, trying to get your priorities in the line, bruh And the vision, to see through the times, bruh It's 2020 You got no goals and no money No bars and no hunnies No car and no nothin' I'm a go and make somethin' Got a lot of goals that I'm runnin' to, only hit home runs, I don't bunt em' Now I'm chillin out, at the home base I told lil baby, "she better give me face" Whip it, I'll serve my dick on a plate Runnin' to the the stacks, I'll never ever wait I don't run from the pass, but this lifestyle a race I smash his bitch, do the dash I count it up 40k, straight flat Ouu All of my niggas get bags, all of my brothers go run up the tags Count up the digits, I don't need a fidget I be runnin' right through the entrance Designer on me, I don't need it pendin' Water, Fiji gang, yeah u know it's trendin' You just know how we be rockin', you know just that we got this shit poppin' Ouu Gotta stay locked in, I've always been clocked in Smokin' exotic, I can't even find it