Me Ok Lyrics - Jeezy

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK 

Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK 

Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK 

Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK 

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK 

Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK 

On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK 

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK 

I'm a fool on that Avion, snow be on that liquor 

Approach me if you want to, I will smoke ya like a Swisha 

You know my game tizight you know that's all tizzop 

Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks 

Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row 

All black glizzock, that 40 says leggo 

All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is with it 

One call that's all, choppers pay him a visit 

Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough 

34 a unit, nine hundred, an O 

Break 'em down into zips, that's a hell of a flip 

Had 'em now they gone, guess I'm takin' a trip 

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First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK 

Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK 

Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK 

Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK 

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK 

Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK 

On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK 

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK 

When L.A. Reid was in office made some history up in Def Jam 

If Jizzle ain't droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam? 

I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic 

Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic 

I really hope you bitches ready, Vice-prezzy and his Presi 

Got some shit up in my bezzy, So what ya sayin'? My wrist is heavy 

All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly 

With a brown skin thing swear to God she look like Kelly 

Two 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 Forbes 

That's a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord 

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First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK 

Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK 

Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK 

Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK 

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK 

Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK 

On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK 

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK 

Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah you best believe without the scale 

I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah without the jail 

You can call me postman, don't go somewhere without some mail 

In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I'm makin' bail 

Put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames 

Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can't pronounce the name 

Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas 

Sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila 

Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador 

Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned the Rollie store 

Snow it's been a while, yeah you know them streets missed you 

I don't eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol 

First to tell ya "Motherfucker, trap or die", that me OK 

Mister whip or not and get a half a pie, that me OK 

Mister if I'm talkin' you should listen, game is free OK 

Mister got two whole ones and two half ones, yeah that's three OK 

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that's me OK 

Mister re-in' up with 'bout two phantoms, yeah, that's me OK 

On that Avion to the head, hey, but me OK 

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey, now me OK