I just hit the club, I'm sippin' drink and can not feel my face
What? I don't really care what you doin, it's ok, yeah
Ahhhh, I don't really f*ckin' care what you doin, we ok, yeah
We ok, yeah, we ok, we ok, yeah
400 to the wheel, that shit so real
Icy, no chill, iced up, no grill, yeah
We gon' run it from the waist to the gun
This ain't Spongebob, no, shit ain't fun
Feel like a king, bitch, and you my pawns
And you a fish, bitch, I run around the pond
I heard that shit, grip, grip a different bond
And yeah, the gun an auto, but the car a stick
And put the flow on those, no, Nardo Wick
And yeah, my gun The Motto, like that shit is Drake
Postin' pics, orange tip, that shit is fake
I just hit the club, I'm sippin' drink and can not feel my face
What? I don't really care what you doin, it's ok, yeah
Ahhhh, I don't really f*ckin' care what you doin, we ok, yeah
We ok, yeah, we ok, we ok, yeah
Runnin' round the block like what it is
Look down and it's dancin' on my wrist
Now she dancin' with her hips
I look into her eyes, look at her lips
I just hit the club, I'm sippin' drink and can not feel my face
What? I don't really care what you doin, it's ok, yeah
Ahhhh, I don't really f*ckin' care what you doin, we ok, yeah
We ok, yeah, we ok, we ok, yeah
We ok, yeah, we ok, we ok, yeah
We ok, yeah, we ok, we ok, yeah