[Letra de "Okay"]

[Intro]
Hey, shout-out Damso
Merci
Ske

[Pre-Chorus]
(These bitches wanna hate on me)
(I came from the bottom, I build my empire)
(And these bitches wanna take my shit)
(But it's all okay, okay, okay)
(But it's all okay, okay, okay)
(But it's all okay)

[Chorus]
These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom, I build my empire
And these bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay

[Verse 1]
Dile a tu piba que se pase el bong
El trap en España e' una abominación
Tuvo que llegar el blanquito de fuera
A prenderlo en la hoguera pa' partirlo en dos (Fuck 'em)
Soy mejor que ellos, tal vez es por eso que quieran tirarme (You know)
Yo no peleo, manito, yo tengo al moreno ready pal' desmadre
He visto que flipábais con mi Photoshop a los quince (¿Y ahora qué?)
Y ahora a los veinte mis vídeos son pelis mejor que de Spielberg (Fuck!)
Dime tú qué estabas haciendo por esas edades, manito (Nah)
Estabáis todos en el cole; ninguno en el punto e' perico (Where?)
Hold on, think about it, never said that I moved coca (Nah)
I said that my homie get bricks in the kitchen, he used to bake soda (Whippin', whippin')
Now many haters are talking, they wanna see me go broke up (Broke up)
I ain't worry bout nothin', I'm selling my weed and I'm sellin' a lotta (You know!)
Young designer making clothes, sipping codeine in my double cup (Double cup)
We makin' the music, we making conexión, your music under attack
I'm making a three on three, it's trap brand rap (It's ova')
That's why you can't stop me, my homie, my empire is going up (Gang)
[Chorus]
These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom, I build my empire
And this bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay (L-GVNG)

[Verse 2]
Now we gonn' blow up
Now all these bitches waiting for the come up
I don't give a fuck, I told my momma be ready for the incomers
Lyrics hitting like a lamma
Also designing clothes, make me multiply the lana
Selling dope just to feed the blocka'
Paparazzis takin' photoshooting, placa-placa
Voy por delante de vosotros en letras, en formas, talento, ¿qué tú más quieres?
Todos sabéis darle al coco pero al darle al coco no tenéis la mente
Yo me construyo mi imperio con todo mi ingenio pa' sacarme siempre los verde'
Por eso aunque no sea El Chapo y no venda de todo siempre tengo en la cartera un par de cienes
I was on Paris, meeting designers of Dolce & Gabanna
I've been on the streets of The Six, we gonn' be back for my mama
I don't give a fuck
¿Dices que no he vivi'o calle y que la calle habla?
Manito, la calle está ciega, sorda, coja y no ve nada
Con mi ropa facturo más que tú con tu coca barata
Con mi música muevo más droga que toda tu ganga
Bitch got me flexing, weed plug smoking like a rasta
I'm so fast, you can call me NASCAR
Don't stop, catch him like a monster (Skrr-skrrt)
[Chorus]
These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom, I build my empire
And these bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay
These bitches wanna hate on me
I came from the bottom, I build my empire
And these bitches wanna take my shit
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay, okay, okay
But it's all okay

[Outro]
L-GVNG