[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