Dias - Okay Lyrics

Yeah, I got a gold chain (Ugh)
My neck is mosaic, showin' my whole gang, uh
Look at my wrist, two G's attached, dripped in Dolce, uh
Bring your new bestie to the bedroom, she like, "Okay", uh
Hit-hit a trey, Klay, bitch, tell 'em "Okay", uh
Ménage à trois addict, but it's okay
Can't breathe when I'm under, but I'm okay
Shawty got a fake tan, St. Tropez
Can't date a fan, money my soulmate
Shout YOLO when I do dumb shit (YOLO)
Have ten kids when I turn forty (Forty)
Show me that you really adore me
Can you show me that your lips hit different? (Different)
Can't just say shit, gotta' show me you a badass vixen (Vixen)
Never need photos, only hit me when you need some assisting (Assisting)
Never get FOMO, rather be alone, so I always go missing (Ah-ah)
I needa' take a vacation and cop me a Patek Philippe (Ah-ah)
I hear Miami is full of Latinas, I gotta' come see (Gotta' come see)
Wanna' ride the waves, uh, f*ck on the beach, yeah (Yeah)
Ain't playin' life safe, makin' my heart skip a beat, yeah (Ah-ah)
I needa' cherish the moments I'm livin', they passin' too fast, yeah (Ah-ah)
Baby just slow down with that ass, I ain't gonna' last, no (Ah-ah)
Wanna' ride the waves, uh, f*ck on the shore, yeah
Ain't gotta' pay for pussy galore (Yeah)
You know you, but I know you more
So, why would you lie for? (Uh-huh)
Dine at the Harbour 60, woah, I swear the steak is to die for (Uh-huh)
Enter the club through the side door
Bet you didn't know there's a side door (Uh-huh)
One day, I'll get me a 'Rari and people gon' tell me to get off my high horse (High horse)
One day, I'll become a legend, inspire my city, retire my jersey (Jersey)
Know that you thirsty, finish your glass of CÎROC and we'll leave the club early (Early)
My smile is pearly, usually, my outfit is matte black
Diss me, I won't even clap back, f*ck that, aye (F*ck that)
This shit slap, but it doesn't hurt
Bitch spilling liquor all over my shirt
Yeah, I'm approachable, I can be charming, but ain't even down for you, I'm just a flirt
Take a step back, baller alert
They want me to brick, I'm too well-rehearsed
I'm stepping in Euros, your girl like a churro, she been my dessert (Dessert)
Yeah, I got a gold chain (Ugh)
My neck is mosaic, showin' my whole gang, uh
Look at my wrist, two G's attached, dripped in Dolce, uh
Bring your new bestie to the bedroom, she like, "Okay", uh
Hit a trey, Klay, bitch, tell 'em "Okay", uh
Ménage à trois addict, but it's okay
Can't breathe when I'm under, but I'm okay, yeah