Okay with Me - Gucci Mane, DJ Holiday, 2 Chainz

Don’t play with me, bad bitches they stay with me

Wanna pop bottles all night with me, all day with me

Okay with me!

That’s okay with me, yeah that’s okay with me.

Bring that shit back!

White boys, dope boys, ballplayers, peons

Pull up in Europeans, back-to-back like it’s a re-run

My pull up game is disgusting

You pussy niggas disgust me

Smoking on loud and it’s musty

Like Hammer: can’t touch me

Like desert loud got bricks in Memphis

They think I’m BMF cause I designed myself

Like a nigga in a casket I’m fresh to death

Intercept a whole shipment

Man Tity Boi on that pimp shit!

I like fast food, I eat quick

I told y’all, I got free bricks

I’m ready, like Pastor disaster

Eenie Minie Moe, which car could go faster

My trap house I’m king of this castle

Yellow bitch fine and her ass a little fatter

Gucci Mane ain’t nothing changed, champagne in my campaign

We flyer than two private planes

It’s 2 Chainz and Gucci Mane

Okay with me, yeah that’s okay with me

Shawty got them crab legs I got that Old Bay with me

And I got that K with me, I wish they would try bitch!

Some niggas selling wolf tickets and I won’t even buy them shits!

I go hard competing, my bankroll conceited

Take you home complete her

Then I skeet her and delete her

Do it with no compassion

Do it without her asking

Yeah I’m from Atlanta

But my jewelry from Alaska!

I was born to be what I was gonna be

Forgiato’s up under me

Concrete up on the deck

Gave the rear-view mirror a heart attack — BOOM!

Bottom.

Name a nigga out here hotter

Playing basketball in my Pradas

Living like it’s no tomorrow