"OK WORD!" lyrics
You been playing games
Want you on me, need you active
Hit the backstroke, chiropractic on your ass, yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
I'm fucking with your friends like the way that they dress
I'm in your bed till 10 a.m., a pen a paper spill the thought of you besides, legs wide said why
Pull up on you 'case you need a bit of yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
I've waited on this way too long
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Undress your favourite Saint Laurents
(Skrt, skrt) Skrt up all these whips, baby, flex all in the functions
Who that boy that's in your life, I can't deal with that fuck shit
Dropped out of school just to buy a drop-top (Skrt, skrt)
And a pool, baby one day we can jump in
Hold up, lemme call up my mama
Give her commas ain't no drama in your life anymore
Wanna make bands till my fingers sore
Running away, same time for you
Baby, woah, baby, woah
Slipping off your VVS
I kiss your neck
I'm waiting on your word
Ok word
Sliding to your bed I call my ex
I said you can't compete with her
She said, "Ok word"
Okay, word
Okay, word
(Okay, word)
Okay, word
Shawty you like you're from cover of a magazine
Jade finna tell you what I mean
Lately Hue, palette green
Comma, comma, in my jeans
OutKast 3K in my pocket like I'm Andre
And I'm solo with my thoughts in the studio
I'm lost, shawty call me in the booth
Tryna find your ass soon
Want you laying in my (room)
I've waited on this way too long
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Undress your favourite Saint Laurents (Uh, uh)
Okay shawty
Know I'm the man, yea
You attending my events, yeah, yeah, aye
Saw the vision in the west, yeah, yeah
It's the ice on the bed, yeah, yeah
I don't care if I impress ya
Still cancel all these plans for ya
Waiting on your word
Okay, yeah, word
Slipping off your VVS
I kiss your neck
I'm waiting on your word
Ok word
Sliding to your bed I call my ex
I said you can't compete with her
She said, "Ok word"
Okay, word
Okay, word
(Okay, word)
Okay, word
Cop a coupe for my shawty, when I get the show money
Stupid motherfuckers tryna take my soul from me, yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Motherfuckers in their suits, you can't tell me what to do
I'm not in it for the loot, and one day I'm gonna go back home
Sick of putting all these rappers in their place, I know (Yeah)
Want you on me, need you active
Hit the backstroke, chiropractic on your ass, yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
I'm fucking with your friends like the way that they dress
I'm in your bed till 10 a.m., a pen a paper spill the thought of you besides, legs wide said why
Pull up on you 'case you need a bit of yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
I've waited on this way too long
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah)
Undress your favourite Saint Laurents
(Skrt, skrt) Skrt up all these whips, baby, flex all in the functions
Who that boy that's in your life, I can't deal with that fuck shit
Dropped out of school just to buy a drop-top (Skrt, skrt)
And a pool, baby one day we can jump in
Hold up, lemme call up my mama
Give her commas ain't no drama in your life anymore
Wanna make bands till my fingers sore
Running away, same time for you
Baby, woah, baby, woah
Slipping off your VVS
I kiss your neck
I'm waiting on your word
Ok word
Sliding to your bed I call my ex
I said you can't compete with her
She said, "Ok word"
Okay, word
Okay, word
(Okay, word)
Okay, word
Shawty you like you're from cover of a magazine
Jade finna tell you what I mean
Lately Hue, palette green
Comma, comma, in my jeans
OutKast 3K in my pocket like I'm Andre
And I'm solo with my thoughts in the studio
I'm lost, shawty call me in the booth
Tryna find your ass soon
Want you laying in my (room)
I've waited on this way too long
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Undress your favourite Saint Laurents (Uh, uh)
Okay shawty
Know I'm the man, yea
You attending my events, yeah, yeah, aye
Saw the vision in the west, yeah, yeah
It's the ice on the bed, yeah, yeah
I don't care if I impress ya
Still cancel all these plans for ya
Waiting on your word
Okay, yeah, word
Slipping off your VVS
I kiss your neck
I'm waiting on your word
Ok word
Sliding to your bed I call my ex
I said you can't compete with her
She said, "Ok word"
Okay, word
Okay, word
(Okay, word)
Okay, word
Cop a coupe for my shawty, when I get the show money
Stupid motherfuckers tryna take my soul from me, yeah-yeah (Yeah-yeah)
Motherfuckers in their suits, you can't tell me what to do
I'm not in it for the loot, and one day I'm gonna go back home
Sick of putting all these rappers in their place, I know (Yeah)
Thanks to pan.sth for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Warren Hui, Young Bin Park, Issac Sleator
