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PERFORMING ARTISTS
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Dawaun Parker
Dawaun Parker
Songwriter
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Songwriter
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Trevor Lawrence Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Kyeme Miller
Kyeme Miller
Recording Engineer
Mark Batson
Mark Batson
Producer
Mauricio Irragorri
Mauricio Irragorri
Recording Engineer
Robert Reyes
Robert Reyes
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
OK, OK, OK
[Verse 2]
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)
[Verse 3]
OK, alright (They sick)
OK, you're right (I'm rich)
OK, alright (I grind)
OK, you're right (For mine)
[Verse 4]
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
**** 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)
[Verse 5]
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)
[Verse 6]
OK, alright (They sick)
OK, you're right (I'm rich)
OK, alright (I grind)
OK, you're right (For mine)
[Verse 7]
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
****, 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 on the mall
****, 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)
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)
[Verse 8]
OK, alright (They sick)
OK, you're right (I'm rich)
OK, alright (I grind)
OK, you're right (For mine)
[Verse 9]
OK, OK, OK, OK
Show you right
OK, OK, OK, OK
You know you right
OK, alright, OK, alright
OK, alright, OK, you're right
Written by: Andre Young, Curtis James Jackson, Dawaun Parker, Mark Batson, Trevor Lawrence
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