Okay Okay Okay-Rob $tone

Yeah okay, okay, okay It's 1207 'til the top, boy Yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, okay, okay I hopped up off the block, I had to blow and get away, away Okay, okay I give 'em heart attacks but what it say Your problems gettin' soft, you niggas in my lane, just in my way Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Yeah I count up every ****in' day And spend it on my bag, ok? I might spend a couple thousand to put Cartiers up on my face Who want the fade? Sick of lil bitches renegades They throwin' shades In my business, all up in my space You bitches lame All you bitches need is me to blame I'm gorgeous man All these bitches really want is change Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay I've been plottin' how to get you pussy niggas out the way You niggas ****in' shames, I'm wiping little shits away I'm runnin' up the price today She ****ed the price up pay My Uber ticket twice your pay I gotta say I be callin' my old bitch up like "I miss you every day" No way She said no ****in' way, no ****in' way I'm almost ready I think I'm ready