OK, OK, OK (OK, OK, OK)
OK, OK, OK (OK, OK, OK)
When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah)
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (Nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see me when I’m rolling (Yeah)
Man, I can’t help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah)
OK, alright (They sick)
OK, you’re right (I’m rich)
OK, alright (I grind)
OK, you’re right (For mine)
I’m in that 760 leaning when I’m stunting
I blow 50 Gs, I mean with ease like this is nothing
Please don’t interrupt me when I’m talking to my jeweler
He’s putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller
Me I get busy, I put that work in if it’s worth it
Come through hit you up, I’ll make a crime scene perfect
Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back
They don’t talk about me in my face because I’m strapped
See me in the club, I got that Henny and that ‘gnac
A couple cups of that and I just don’t know how to act
By the second bottle that’s when I just get to buzzing
I said I run New York and ain’t nobody saying nothing (OK, OK, OK)
When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah)
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (Nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see me when I’m rolling (Yeah)
Man, I can’t help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah)
OK, alright (They sick)
OK, you’re right (I’m rich)
OK, alright (I grind)
OK, you’re right (For mine)
I blew a hundred Gs on my bitches in Miami
They think I’m the sweetest thing invented since candy
Me I catch amnesia when you ask me ’bout the shotty
I don’t even know my name, switching lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga, I ain’t crazy, bitches like me ’cause I’m paid
They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade
When I say I’m balling, I’m not talking ’bout a ball
I’m talkin’ ’bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggas they can hate all they want, but they know they like this
Me I’m like that painting on the wall, baby, I’m priceless
You could come and work me over, baby, on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (OK, OK, OK)
When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah)
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (Nah, nah)
I think they hating cause they see me when I’m rolling (Yeah)
Man, I can’t help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah)
OK, alright (They sick)
OK, you’re right (I’m rich)
OK, alright (I grind)
OK, you’re right (For mine)
OK, OK, OK, OK – sure you right
OK, OK, OK, OK – you know you right
OK, alright, OK, alright
OK, alright, OK, you’re right.
Söz & Müzik: Curtis J. Jackson / Andre Young / Dawaun Parker / Mark Batson / Trevor Anthony Lawrence
Süre: 3:04
Albüm: War Angel LP
Çıkış Tarihi: 16 Haziran 2009
Sanatçı: 50 Cent
Yapımcı Şirket: G-Unit
Yapımcı: Dr. Dre, Frank Dukes, Team Green Productions, Digga, Phonix Beats, DJ DB
Tür: Hip Hop, Rap, Gangsta Rap, Hardcore Hip Hop
50 cent ok youre right şarkı sözleri, 50 cent ok youre right lyrics
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