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Lil Baby & Lil Durk - Okay (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Vocals
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
DannyProd
DannyProd
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Daniel Delgado-Hernandez
Daniel Delgado-Hernandez
Songwriter
Lil Baby
Lil Baby
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DannyProd
DannyProd
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Nick Rice
Nick Rice
Mixing Engineer
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Matthew "Mattazik Muzik" Robinson
Recording Engineer
Jacob Richards
Jacob Richards
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
Assistant Mixing Engineer
DJ Riggins
DJ Riggins
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

D-D-Danny Why the fuck they put my business on the blogs? Sisters know they never gotta get a job Brodie said he rather spin shit and rob Damn dawg, he ain't playin' dawg That's your plan dawg? That's your man dawg? Fuck both of them, I want 'em all gone Shit been gettin shakey I'm staying where I'm safe at Couple spots, I'on know where I stay at Why would you play and you know we don't play that? Flippin' words when you know I ain't say that I been good so I'm guessing it's payback Smoking woods in the back of the Maybach I'm the hero so they gotta face that Hit Dior, where the fuck is my cape at? I'm on a other one, bought another car then another Bank account like I just won a settlement Sippin' Wock', I'm addicted to medicine Pockets on elephant, large I get two pretty women to come kick it with me at the penthouse We'll have a ménage I go in any nigga city, bunch of killers with me, everybody got a rod Swear I'll nod off 'fore I fall off, it's that drink talk, oh, yeah 15 foreign cars and I pop off and I run ATL When I get old I might have back problems these Cuban links big as hell I done fucked M's up with these lawyers tryna get my niggas out of jail 500 racks for a bond, do whatever for brodie We came up from cars that was stolen Before it drop I'ma be on top of this fashion I'm staying in touch with the owners You stabbed me right in my back when you could have just asked what happen When you be disloyal We sharing all of this shit From the money, to cars, to the hoes, it don't matter the order One of my niggas got out and another went in Swear, I'm getting sick and tired of that order I see you drowning, I'm coming to help you I'm risking it all, I'ma die in that water I'm rich as fuck I can do what I wanna Came over sober, she left here a stoner She know she rather sleep inside a condo Well, I fuck her like I'm fresh out the corner I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways Poppin' half-and-half, I'm up for a day Oh, you getting money now? Okay Tell 'em don't play with you, okay I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too I do everything that I can do Make it happen, don't make an excuse I sure improved I'm the one and not the two, yeah Lot of money on you now, yeah Shit together, got accounts, yeah Glad you took a different route, yeah Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah Glad you really made it out, yeah You can't sit and wait around, yeah Gotta get up and get out, yeah You gotta get this shit now, yeah I got a Cullinan 'cause I just wanted one Run up a check and look out for my brothers I asked did he trick and that nigga was stutterin' I knew him for years and he don't know my government You can't come around if you keep on recording me I'm trappin', you trappin', that shit be a tournament Voice of the trenches and I could be a general I pour up a cup with the niggas who murder But I ain't gon' hold you, nigga had told I told Niggas be using emojis, saying I'm bogus I was just down on my back I couldn't send cash, I wrote you My brother did ten, got out of jail, I'm global I take care of my block, I'm 'posed to I'm done fucking hoes who local Popped me a ten ain't feel it I gotta go boot up some doses Ask, can I leave them streets alone? Bro went to jail and I got him a phone Just 'cause he think 'cause he lost his motion My brother think he ain't coming home Fentanyl and felonies getting you gone Switch on a nickel, I feel like a stone The niggas who died I'll never respond I'm slapping the bitches who ain't listen to Von I can't change, I'm stuck in my ways Poppin' half-and-half, I'm up for a day Oh, you getting money now? Okay Tell 'em don't play with you, okay I'm proud of you, you supposed to be proud of me too I do everything that I can do Make it happen, don't make an excuse I sure improved I'm the one and not the two, yeah Lot of money on you now, yeah Shit together, got accounts, yeah Glad you took a different route, yeah Tryna buy your folks a house, yeah Glad you really made it out, yeah You can't sit and wait around, yeah Gotta get up and get out, yeah You gotta get this shit now, yeah
Writer(s): Durk D. Banks, Dominique Jones, Daniel Delgado Hernandez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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