50 Cent Ok You're Right Lyrics

Ok You're Right lyrics

Chorus:
When they talk about me, they say I be trippin'
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (Nah, nah)
I think they hatin’ cause they see me when I'm ballin'
Man, I can’t help it that they really doin' bad
Ok, alright (They sick)
Ok, you’re right (I’m rich)
Ok, alright (I grind)
Ok, you’re right (For mine)


Verse 1:
I’m in that 760 leanin' when I’m stuntin'
I blow 50 gs, 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 Frank 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
Niggas 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 yak
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'


Chorus:
When they talk about me, they say I be trippin'
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (Nah, nah)
I think they hatin’ cause they see me when I'm ballin'
Man, I can’t help it that they really doin' bad
Ok, alright (They sick)
Ok, you’re right (I’m rich)
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Ok, alright (I grind)
Ok, you’re right (For mine)


Verse 2:
I blew a hundred gs 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 shawty
I don’t even know my name, switchin' lanes in my Bugatti
Nigga, I ain’t crazy, bitches like me ’cause I’m paid
They want me, Lebron, Kobe, or Dwayne Wade
When I say I’m ballin', I’m not talkin' ’bout a ball
I’m talkin' about Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall
Niggas, they can hate all they want but they know they like this
Me, I’m like that painting on the wall, baby, I’m priceless
You can come and work me over baby on the night shift
Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get


Chorus:
When they talk about me, they say I be trippin'
What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (Nah, nah)
I think they hatin’ cause they see me when I'm ballin'
Man, I can’t help it that they really doin' bad
Ok, alright (They sick)
Ok, you’re right (I’m rich)
Ok, alright (I grind)
Ok, you’re right (For mine)


Outro:
Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok
Show ya right
Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok
Ya know ya right
Ok, alright, Ok, alright, Ok, alright,
Ok, you’re right

these lyrics are submitted by C.T.B.