Jay Critch – Ok Fine (feat. PnB Rock)

Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)
Flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
Young nigga pull up in the Ghost
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
Do the dash, speed racing, pull up in a Lambo’, hey
I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Diamonds they are racist, flashin’ like a camera
Thought I would be broke for forever, bitch, I’m ballin’
Shawty think she mine, I don’t know (I don’t know)
[Intro: Jay Critch]
Drove past my ex, yeah, that bitch was lookin’ salty
I been really on my grind for the dope
Just hit my trap phone, ayy What you need?
Ayy, hit it then replace it, lean up in the Fanta
I just got some money, ran off with your shawty
Flowin’ through the city with my bros, yeah
I been really on my grind for the dope
[Verse: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)
What you need? Just hit my trap phone, ayy
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
She say that I flex, I do the most
Used to ride the bus, now I pull up in a ‘rari, hey
Run up, try to take it, you know I got that hammer

I don’t cuff hoes, I already know she fucked my bro, ayy
Now I pull up in a ‘rari
Shawty, you too basic, I can’t be your man, no
Peep the haters’ faces, I know that they can’t stand it
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow
Pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
Hey, big knots, blue cheese in a Balmain
I can’t let them take this bankroll, yeah
Now I got a mansion, now my diamonds dancin’
She say that I flex, I do the most
Hey, hey

Shawty think she mine, I don’t know (I don’t know)
Hey, shawty think she mine, I don’t know
Ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
Young nigga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
[Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
Young nigga gettin’ to the dough, got it for the low
Ridin’ with them poles, ’bout to pull up on some hoes, yeah
Pull up in a ‘rari, windows down, smell like dope, hey
Aww shit, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
[Chorus: Jay Critch & PnB Rock]
Aww shit, 12 comin’, get low, yeah
Tryna ice my wrist, look at the time, see the snow

Nigga we ain’t playin’ with that money, got it on me
I’m pushin’ the Wraith, ‘member dreamin’ ’bout a Phantom
Know I had to flex, yeah, I ain’t never sorry
Tryna get high, okay fine, we gon’ smoke (okay fine)
I got bands on me, used to post up by the store, ayy (bands)