Jeezy - Me OK Lyrics
[Hook]First to tell you "Motherf***r, trap or die", that me OKMister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OKMister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OKMister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OKLeave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OKMister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OKOn that Avion to the head, hey, but me OKNever put a ***** before my bread, hey, now me OK[Verse 1]I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquorApproach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a SwishaYou know my game tizight you know that's all tizzopPresidential Day-Date, looking like two blocksChain on 2Pac when he was on Death RowAll black glizzock, that 40 says leggoAll my niggas is 'bout it, all my *****es is with itOne call that's all, choppers pay him a visitReal nigga fo' sho', got a ***** for dough34 a unit, nine hundred, an OBreak 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flipHad 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip[Hook][Verse 2]When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def JamIf Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the ***** is Def Jam?I know you heard how your boy bossed up at AtlanticBoss shit, might just drop my next album on AtlanticI really hope you *****es ready, Vice-prezzy and his PresiGot some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavyAll white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on BellyWith a brown skin thing swear to God she look like KellyTwo door Rolls is how I'm rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain't foldin'First the XXL, read about me in the ForbesThat's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door AccordWassup[Hook][Verse 3]Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scaleI just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jailYou can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mailIn and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bailPut you on designer watches, put you on designer framesHad you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the nameHad that Murcielago, it was green like margaritasSold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequilaDropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassadorDropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie storeSnow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed youI don't eat, sleep, or shit without my motha*****in' pistol[Hook]
