OKAY, OKAY Lyrics – Offset

Read the full OKAY, OKAY lyrics by Offset along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Offset’s music, you can also explore ANOTHER PROBLEM and N.A.M.E, two other songs by Offset.

[Intro]
(Have you ever been to London?)
Yeah
Okay, okay (Pharaoh)
Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
She know the GOAT, that’s me, okay (That’s me)
Like what up? The store on me, okay
Yeah, I’m having cho on me, okay (Cho-cho)
OD, we gon’ go OT, okay
Chandelier, my wrist on lit, okay (Woo)
Blew a n!gga kit on kicks, okay
Twelve thousand fu*king sticks, okay (Rrah, rrah)
How the fu*k a n!gga miss? Okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, o-fu*king-kay (Okay)
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, o-fu*king-kay (Okay)

[Verse]
Yeah, she get on her knees for tips (For tips)
Yeah, I’m spending the greens and Nips (The Nips)
Yeah, Chanaynay her feet, her hips (Chanaynay)
Yeah, I’m sponsoring sprees and trips, yeah (Sprees)
I make it hard for n!ggas (It’s hard for n!ggas)
I’m taking the pu*sy straight up (Straight up)
They say I’m too hard on b!tches (On b!tches)
The Birkin gon’ make ’em make up (Hey)
They geeking, these hoes on the glitter (The glitter)
Country n!gga get put in a blender (In a blender)
Where your title, lil’ boy? That’s a rental (Where your title?)

She got hit, that’s a dent in the fender (That’s a dent)
Ask your ho ’bout your boy, she remember (Ask your ho)
Why the fu*k would she miss you? I’m realer (Why the fu*k?)
Why you stalling? I’m tryna get in her (Why you stalling?)
She just order that d!ck, I deliver (Uh-huh)
If he him, then I’m him and I’m cold like December
When your money this tall, it don’t fold in the middle
Fashion Week, I be drilling, I’m fresher than cinnamon
Wanna book the boy? Million the minimum

[Chorus]
She know the GOAT, that’s me, okay (That’s me)
Like what up? The store on me, okay
Yeah, I’m having cho on me, okay (Cho-cho)
OD, we gon’ go OT, okay
Chandelier, my wrist on lit, okay (Woo)
Blew a n!gga kit on kicks, okay
Twelve thousand fu*king sticks, okay (Rrah, rrah)
How the fu*k a n!gga miss? Okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, o-fu*king-kay (Okay)
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, o-fu*king-kay (Okay)