Lyrics
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah woah woah
Woah woah
Everything is a-okay
I'll make it up along the way
My wrist going cray
I'm thinking bout coppin' a chain
Woah woah
Can't stop me now
All these bad bitches tryna lock me down
Woah woah
Woah woah
God damn, I'm fucking cool
Might take a dip in a buss down pool
Spend all my bread, I'm such a fool
Look so good, I'm such a mood
Bags on bags, I'm getting gouda
Everybody loves me too
But when I'm by myself
Sometimes I get a little blue
I sit in my bedroom and look at the wall
I wish this shit would all fall down
When you just can't talk
Who the fuck do you call
Shit
Everything is a-okay
I'll make it up along the way
My wrist going cray
I'm thinking bout coppin' a chain
Woah woah
Can't stop me now
All these bad bitches tryna lock me down
Woah woah
Woah woah
Nobody working hard as me, yeah Billy hit the lottery
That's all I'm tryna say
My dreams now a reality, she call me from her balcony
I'm on my way
Okay, my energy is like gravity
Got a house with a bunch of amenities
Billy got rich like the Kennedy's
You hear those melodies
Coming out your speakers
You hate my music, you a tweaker
I used to sit up in them bleachers
Now Billy the main feature
I sit in my bedroom and look at the wall
I wish this shit would all fall down
When you just can't talk
Who the fuck do you call
Shit
Everything is a-okay
I'll make it up along the way
My wrist going cray
I'm thinking bout coppin' a chain
Woah woah woah
Can't stop me now