OK, You're Right - 50 Cent

Okay okay okay

Okay okay okay

Okay okay okay

Okay okay okay

When they talk about me they say I be trippin (yeah)

What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (naw, naw)

I think they hatin cause they see me when I’m rollin (yeah)

Man I can’t help it that they really doin bad (naw, naw)

Okay, alright (they sick)

Okay, you’re right (I'm rich)

Okay, alright (I grind)

Okay, you’re right (for mine)

I’m in that 760 leanin when I’m stuntin

I blow 50 G’s, I mean with ease like this is nothin

Please don’t interrupt me when I’m talkin to my jeweler

He’s puttin them diamonds all over my Franck Muller

Me I get busy, I put that work in if it’s worth it

Come through hit you up, I’ll make a crime scene perfect

Niggaz talk about me all the time behind my back

They don’t talk about me in my face because I’m strapped

See me in the club, I got that Henny and that 'gnac

A couple cups of that and I just don’t know how to act

By the second bottle that’s when I just get to buzzin

I say I run New York and ain’t nobody sayin nothin (okay okay okay)

I blew a hundred G’s on my bitches in Miami

They think I’m the sweetest thing invented since candy

Me I catch amnesia when you ask me 'bout the shotty

I don’t even know my name, switchin lanes in my Bugatti

Nigga I ain’t crazy, bitches like me cause I’m paid

They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade

When I say I’m ballin I’m not talkin 'bout a ball

I’m talkin 'bout Tiffany &Co.

stones out the mall

Niggaz they can hate all they want but they know they like this

Me I’m like that paintin on the wall, baby I’m priceless

You could come and work me over baby on the night shift

Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (okay okay okay)

Okay okay okay okay — sho' you right

Okay okay okay okay — you know you right

Okay, alright, okay, alright

Okay, alright, okay, you’re right