OK Lyrics – Kanye West, Don Toliver

Read the full OK lyrics by Kanye West and Don Toliver from the album BULLY along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[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

[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
Young rich n!gga, got trapper team
Bad lil’ b!tches wanna lick on me
Moving like a YN when I was sixteen
Smoking that weed and trapping out houses
Back of the ‘Lac and I’m higher than a mountain

Drink codeine, got it coming out a fountain
What you finna do for that allowance?
Bags on the floor, bags on the floor, counting
I’m worth dough, finna call my accountant
Running through a drought, I doubt it
You wanna get money? I’m ’bout it

[Bridge: Don Toliver]
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

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
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, b!tch, it’s a terrace
We finna make us a killing, 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 n!ggas 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

[Interlude]
(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