Okay Lyrics - Free City - St. Lunatics

St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up 

Swallowin Cris' 'til we spit up, put your shit up cause now 

We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin 

God over satan, no debatin, so I'm celebratin 

This new life, off the block buyin stock 

Divin off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock 

And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card 

Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard 

Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin 

From the T.V.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d 

Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD 

Puffin seaweed, I'm free, hit the slope and ski 

DC to France, finance is too advanced 

Wit' plans to cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!" 

I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin 

With Cuda spinnin them hun'neds on hun'neds spinnin and blunted 

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out 

Thick broads out, all the stars out 

We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin 

"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?" 

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out 

Thick broads out, all the stars out 

We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin 

"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?" 

Five deep in a Yuko', we struggle by toes, we still ghetto 

Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro 

Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell 'em to let go 

'Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell 'em I said so 

I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four 

And the forty-eight bars left'll have you keekin for mo' 

Women be like "who do y'all think y'all are?" 

I'm Mr. pull up in big trucks, I'm far from a star 

Cause I'm the sun, the reason why the day gon' come 

One out of five reasons why they hatin on us 

Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill 'em on up 

And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up 

I'm like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli' and up 

And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up 

They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff 

And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off 

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out 

Thick broads out, all the stars out 

We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin 

"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?" 

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out 

Thick broads out, all the stars out 

We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin 

"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?" 

Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip 

And the soles of my Air Force One's on e'ry trip 

And on e'ry whip I choose those D's to roll 

(What them niggas 'round the corner gon' start shit for?) 

When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav' 

Pop a half and take out your Ave. on my behalf 

My whole staff love to laugh and count the money 

On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy 

I love smoke ganjä, Monday to Monday 

And e'ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play 

It's ok, since all the dogs out 

All my broads out, doin they bought the bar out 

And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt rollin 

Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan 

It's official, Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle 

You boys signed to Fo' Reel, you doin your thug thizzle 

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out 

Thick broads out, all the stars out 

We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin 

"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?" 

I'm like okay, niggas brought they cars out 

Thick broads out, all the stars out 

We ain't been here two minutes, mami already yellin 

"What a nigga gon' do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?" 

I'm like okaaaay