OK COOL Lyrics

Huh yeah

Aw yeah

C'mon

Chasemoney

Baby i'm just trying to fuck, I ain't trying to be yo best friend

Bank know my name cause i'm cashing all these checks in

Heard they hating now and I ain't even started flexing

Turn it up a notch and leave they ass all perplexing

Niggas beef in secret, I don't get it just address it

Then they try to speak like it's all good, I don't respect it

It wasn't even me my nigga yo bitch she was pressing

Keep her ass at home if you don't want her selecting

Think i'm from Bel Air, Will Smith i'm more fresh than

Oou she got her white nails gripping on my tech pants

The fuck I look like worried bout the next man

Fuck them niggas, i'm just hanging with my dead friends

Move wrong, we gone turn em to a dead man

See em tryna start a wave with them dead trends

Round three, me and shawty broke the bed damn

Haha, alright, ok cool

Finna get the smoove talking, za got me moonwalking aye

Pray that they don't get em in that room, he gone talk away

I been in my mood, I don't even wanna talk today

Only time i'm speaking if my niggas call to talk some cake

Niggas wanna conversate but they ain't talking pape

Broke nigga you ain't talking money fuck up out my face

Hoe you better feel special if you talk to Chase

Fuck the pigs, nigga no we don't talk to jakes

Stand tall stay true stand on business too

Know some niggas who be punching, they get physical

She said i'm different, well baby i'm not typical

If you come with bad vibes we getting rid of you

I'm sick of fake love, baby I ain't sick of you

I press her ass, i'm like baby what you finna do

I press his ass, he get the shaking like a stripper do

Clique hopping ass goofs they can't pick a crew