Ounce lyrics

[Intro]
(revistingearth)

[Chorus]
I'm okay, I got 'bout an ounce
I'm okay, I step out the house
I'm okay, walk in unannounced
I get paid, break down like a pound
All this pain, keep hearing me out
Asking God how this came about
I'm the flyest n*gga all around
I won't fight a n*gga, shoot him down
Grab a flier, b*tch, I'm in your town (Woah)
Tap the f*ck in like right now
Rock out this b*tch and we burning it down
Hop out that whip, turn that smile to a frown
n*gga, I don't play
b*tch, that's fasho
Said them b*tches had me livid, never give a f*ck bout a ho
f*ck n*gga pockets looking rigid, got my pockets looking swole
I'm in your f*cking division running up them digits
Got your gang looking too slow
And I'm f*cking the b*tch that he simping over
Got her limping over, gotta walk with a pole
n*ggas stupid, gotta walk with a pole
b*tches stupid, ain't Cupid, can't love on a ho
Yeah she cool, but I like hеr throat
Yeah they cool, but I need the thronе
[Bridge]
Dollars, dollars, dollars
I need bills in my hands
I'm not a negotiator
I just need the f*cking bands
I just skrt off on a hater
In the newest f*cking Benz
Chew em up like Now and Later
And I still need the advance

[Verse]
Toss the heater easy bake
I'm a cheetah and a cheater, I'ma always get the pape
She text my phone she say "I need ya"
Guess I'm putting on my cape
Yeah I'm there to save the day
Where there's me, b*tch there's a way
Y'all some amoebas, get away

[Chorus]
I'm okay, I got bout an ounce
I'm okay, I step out the house
I'm okay, walk in unannounced
I get paid, break down like a pound
All this pain, keep hearing me out
Asking God how this came about
I'm the flyest n*gga all around
I won't fight a n*gga, shoot him down
Grab a flier, b*tch, I'm in your town (Woah)
Tap the f*ck in like right now
Rock out this b*tch and we burning it down
Hop out that whip, turn that smile to a frown
n*gga, I don't play
b*tch, that's fasho
Said them b*tches had me livid, never give a f*ck bout a ho
f*ck n*gga pockets looking rigid, got my pockets looking swole
I'm in your f*cking division running up them digits
Got your gang looking too slow
And I'm f*cking the b*tch that he simping over
Got her limping over, gotta walk with a pole
n*ggas stupid, gotta walk with a pole
b*tches stupid, ain't Cupid, can't love on a ho
Yeah she cool, but I like her throat
Yeah they cool, but I need the throne