That's OK - Joyner Lucas

Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago

London to Morroco

Niggas claim they rich but Im the brokest nigga I know

I just play the Lotto

Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat,

blat,

fuck you problems bitch

Im plottin like a psycho

Bitches call me boppo

I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough

Mercy, mercy on me, with no mercy n laggo

Bitches blow me like a trombone

I got shawties on the side dough thats OK (thats OK)

I get hoes and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK)

Bitch Im broke and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits,

thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits)

Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal

London to Morroco

Soon as I get rich Im off to mexico for tacos

She just wants some combo but I aint got no time dough

I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out

Bitch can trip and thats OK

She ain’t shit and thats OK (thats OK, that OK)

Oh bitch Im different thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits,

thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK)

They say he stuntin hard for a nigga with no job YAY

When he get that car get that necklace get them bras YAY

He think he a start sign them posters up and movies shows and late nights at

the studios n fuckin all the groupie hoes

Drinkin all the henny gettin faded HAA

I dont drink no vodka but Moscato thats my favourite HAA

Two Mucielagos 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 to my motherfucking swag on

Supercallaniggaristicespeallamagnum

Double cups and twisted think im trippin bitch n thats OK

Pray for me if thats the case someone go get pastor mase

They say he wild for a nigga with no burner YAY

Man he pretty down for someone we never heard of YAY

Then along came joyner his subordinates dont get heard in YAY

I usually dont get turned up yeah

But this is whademwo

Niggas feel me from Miami to Chicago

London to Morroco

Niggas claim they rich but Im the brokest nigga I know

I just play the Lotto

Gangstas wanna ride dough with they guns out tryna plot like blat, blat, blat,

blat,

fuck you problems bitch

Im plottin like a psycho

Bitches call me boppo

I like all my pussy with some good head on the side dough

Mercy, mercy on me, with no mercy n laggo

Bitches blow me like a trombone

I got shawties on the side dough thats OK (thats OK)

I get hoes and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK)

Bitch Im broke and thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits,

thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits)

Niggas feel me coz my team is so colossal

London to Morroco

Soon as I get rich Im off to mexico for tacos

She just wants some combo but I aint got no time dough

I just wanna grab that gun and blat, blat, blat, blat blow my mind out

Bitch can trip and thats OK

She ain’t shit and thats OK (thats OK, that OK)

Oh bitch Im different thats OK (thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits,

thats OK, thats OK, thats OK, that shits, that shits, thats OK)

They say he pretty fly for a nigga that stay single HAA

All my bitches whack now Im back on kush to mingle HAA

Puffin on them cancer sticks I know it turn you off n shit

But all I do is stress and shit and I cant get the devil offa me (o-offa me)