OK Lyrics

Don't you leave, don't you Don't you leave, don't you Don't you leave, don't you Don't you leave, don't you Young rich nigga, got trapper team Bad lil' bitches wanna lick on me Movin' like a YN when I was sixteen Smokin' that weed and trappin' out houses Back of the 'Lac and I'm higher than a mountain Drink codeine, got it comin' out a fountain What you finna do for that allowance? Bags on the floor, bags on the floor, countin' I'm worth dough, finna call my accountant Runnin' through a drought, I doubt it You wanna get money? I'm 'bout it Okay, yeah, o-okay, o-o-okay, I drag you in the street Okay, yeah, okay, oh-okay, okay, I just spread on the beat Okay, yeah, o-okay, o-o-okay, I drag you in the street Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I just spread on the beat Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I drag you in the street Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I just spread on the beat Let me see where we at tonight We could bring this back to life Thought that I couldn't, you should be embarrassed Their egos is threatened, they really should cherish Too many excuses, I don't wanna hear it Don't call it a patio, bitch, it's a terrace We finna make us a killin', that's word to my deads They tried to paint me as a villain and color me bad I noticed the jealousy peaking, I thought we was past this This type of exposure's indecent, these niggas is classless I bet on myself when the labels thought I was a bag risk The money that I had invested is doing gymnastics This what we need This type of engine don't run off of greed They music ain't big as my songs that have leaked They need some assistance, should call the police F all the talking, the talking is cheap How many cops 'fore they call it a fleet? Live in the stars and the comets and meteors I do not care if you comment on me (Won't you stop, won't you stop, I don't stop) (Won't you stop, won't you stop, I don't stop) [Chorus: Don Toliver] Don't you leave, don't you Don't you leave, don't you Don't you leave, don't you Don't you leave, don't you