OK Lyrics – Busta Rhymes, Cool & Dre feat Young Thug

OK Lyrics sung by Busta Rhymes, Cool & Dre feat Young Thug represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is OK by Lyrical.

OK Lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes & Young Thug]
Okay (Thugger)
Ayy, Bust, what up big bro?
I got you, Five

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Yeah, gotta go to a lil’ accountant (Lil’ accountant)
Pickin’ up a hundred thousand dollars (Thousand dollars)
And I want it all cash (It all cash)
Try to put it all in my pocket (All in my pocket)
And it’s all sauce (Saucey)
Never hang around no p^^sies (P^^sy)
I’m ’bout to turn down that p^^sy (Turn down that p^^sy)
I’m ’bout to announce that p^^sy

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Movin’, I been gettin’ to this money (Okay)
A lot of n^^gas with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this s^^t for everyone that love me (Okay)
‘Til we f^^kin’ up the planet and the country (Okay)

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Going Wu-Tang with the blues (Ooh)
Going Mr. T with the jewels (Ooh)
Get socked out by your boo (Ooh)
I ain’t never kickin’ no spooks
N^^ga say he thinkin’ bout who? (Ooh)
B^^ch called rape ’bout who? (Who?)
Everything bad for the news (Ooh)
Rich n^^ga, still eatin’ noodles (Noodles)
Gettin’ to the money, lil’ n^^ga (Lil’ n^^ga, lil’ n^^ga)
Problem, lil’ n^^ga? (Lil’ n^^ga)
Make it rain on your hundred, lil’ n^^ga (Yeah, lil’ n^^ga)
Make this s^^t money, lil’ n^^ga (Hey, hey)
Diamonds on b^^g, oh, yeah, yeah
Pockets on b^^g, oh, yeah, yeah
Hooked like Phonics, oh, yeah, yeah
Higher than a sign, oh, yeah (Yeah)
N^^ga drinkin’ on Actavis
Put a twelve in a two, that n^^ga dead
Dead ’til the mornin’
N^^ga got taped until the mornin’ (Yeah)
N^^ga been breakin’ up homes (Hol’ on)
N^^ga wanna buyin’ out the mall (Mall)
Tell me if you rakin’ out the bottles (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Okay, gotta go to a lil’ accountant (To a lil’ accountant)
Pickin’ up a hundred thousand dollars (A hundred thousand dollars)
And I want it all cash (Want it all cash, n^^ga)
Try to put it all in my pocket (All in my pocket, yeah)
And it’s all sauce (Saucey)
Never hang around no p^^sies (P^^sy)
I’m ’bout to turn down that p^^sy (Turn down that p^^sy)
I’m ’bout to announce that p^^sy

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Movin’, I been gettin’ to this money (Okay)
A lot of n^^gas with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this s^^t for everyone that love me (Okay)
‘Til we f^^kin’ up the planet and the country (Okay)

[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
Hurry up, deliver my bread to me, pronto (Yeah)
N^^gas lyin’, noses is curlin’ like Gonzo (Curlin’ like Gonzo)
While I’m steamin’ at Roscoe, I got you n^^gas learning when I be burnin’ that fronto (Ah)
Blood clot (Hmm-mm)
N^^gas better know it’s only one (One)
Godfather over every don (Don)
Watch all the people dem ah sing mi song for me from here to London
Gun going b^^g, f^^k up everyone (Eh)
She get overwhelmin’ when a n^^ga pull up, who you talkin’ to?
You little bacteria n^^gas, I disinfect when I catch every single one of you (Haha)
She be killin’ from here to Ghana (Ghana)
You see the way we drippin’, the latest Dolce Gabbana (‘Bana)
Drippin’ like I’m wearing a couple gallon of water
Throw this money, take her home, and I’m probably pokin’ your mother (Ah)
Yeah, s^^t crack n^^ga till the back (Click good)
And I wish a little bad b^^ch would (Trust me)
Shoot ’em now they freeze (Quick), never seen her act this hood (Oh s^^t)
You see the way we shinin’, it’s like somebody brighten
The light up on this diamond (The light up on this diamond)
See, most these n^^gas lyin’ when it’s comin’ to these verses
We got these n^^gas fightin’ (Godd^^n)
Look, we got ’em so scared, paranoid, shakin’ in they boots, oh, Lord
Got ’em waitin’ for the truth, oh, Lord
See the way I be bakin’ the boof, oh, Lord
You don’t want it, on God (Give it to ’em)
N^^ga, you can’t contain ’em, you better let ’em out
F^^kin’ up the beat like her p^^sy when I’m stretchin’ out (Ha)
Smoke a guy ‘fore you better see you should test it out (Ha)
F^^k you debating with n^^gas on who the best about

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
Gotta go to a lil’ accountant (To a lil’ accountant)
Pickin’ up a hundred thousand dollars (A Hundred thousand dollars)
And I want it all cash (Want it all cash)
Try to put it all in my pocket (All in my pocket)
And it’s all sauce (Saucey)
Never hang around no p^^sies (P^^sy)
I’m ’bout to turn down that p^^sy (Turn down that p^^sy)
I’m ’bout to announce that p^^sy

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Movin’, I been gettin’ to this money (Okay)
A lot of n^^gas with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this s^^t for everyone that love me (Okay)
‘Til we f^^kin’ up the planet and the country (Okay)
Movin’, I been gettin’ to this money (Okay)
A lot of n^^gas with me and they hungry (Okay)
Do this s^^t for everyone that love me (Okay)
‘Til we f^^kin’ up the planet and the country (Okay)

[Outro: Busta Rhymes]
Okay, okay
Okay, okay

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