Alex Centeno - Okay Okay Lyrics

Picture me with flawless on baguettes, she f*cking with me
Brought her new Chanel, the cuban diamonds is touching her tee
Dissing out of line, apply the fire, twelve hundred degrees
Brodie in the kitchen cooking dope, stack it and flee
My heart and soul around the city side, I need my credit up
Ball out I'm feeling like my vision board looks too identical
She grab my heart, she want the pretty life but she ain't get nothin'
Audemar, special leather coat, keep my diamonds on
Give 'em Malcom X money, I feed my bros when they feel stuck
In the club throwing hundreds to get the bitch who thick as f*ck
Park behind with no the residents, smoking kush right out the Dutch
They see my diamonds they cover my upper arm, they leave them hush
Dead or alive money will flood the floor, unlimited bank
Sober or high we like to shake the room, leaving it damaged
New Jesus piece because they think i'm satanic
Three nights at Vegas won't say much but lowkey blew a mansion
We up two hundred thousand percent, last year we had like none
Switch coast to coast love my bitches Brazilian
Top chief cooking up like it's steak with fillet mignon
Only time she'll hear me make some noise, is the radio
Brand new legend, no I'm not the same, I can never go
Barking from my dawgs can make a scene, bet they never told
Yeah my neck canary, hi-tech splash, I make hella dough
Now I live my in a plane, I can never fall
She said she love me, I can tell she with it, okay okay
Keep so much on me that leave offended, okay okay
Oh who want smoke? Step up and come and get it, okay okay
When I pull up you hear the engine revving
Knock down like Billy Bird to the fade but with a stainless stain
Take down the wall leave that gold on with a different frame
We back in Uptown but it's Downtown where we like to stay
Cause it won't take long til the block pop outs and rearrange
Why he call me bitch made like his ain't for the Navy gang
I came from ripped clothes and couch surf to a different space
Two tone putting on pounds, got the whole crib on my back now
Put 'em all in dress shoes got more hoes in the bedroom
All out in the rec room, for this old life we need things to change
All out of leg room in the back seat where we keep the Kays
Snuck 'em all from the back doors, turn the lights off, we don't leave no trace
Put 'em all in a stress mood from a small verse, rappers they afraid
Double C no double Coach or no Calvin Klein and not even Tote
Double D's and double dope are my triple doubles, my daily dose
Call her friends to come and pick her up but she ain't never been inside a Bentley truck
Hop inside and now we GPS'ing to her home, i had to really show her a boss, yessir
Brand new legend, no I'm not the same, I can never go
Barking from my dawgs can make a scene, bet they never told
Yeah my neck canary, hi-tech splash, I make hella dough
Now I live my in a plane, I can never fall
She said she love me, I can tell she with it, okay okay
Keep so much on me that leave offended, okay okay
Oh who want smoke? Step up and come and get it, okay okay
When I pull up you hear the engine revving
Okay, okay
Dirty money now she know, okay okay
Yeah, yeah, yeah