Pap Chanel - Okay Den lyrics

[Intro] Okay then Y'all b*tches know how I come Pretty & Paid Look [Chorus] Step in the club we lit (Okay then) Know I'm gon' Pap my sh*t (Okay then) No, you can't come in my VIP (Okay then) We ain't worried 'bout no b*tch (Okay then) Solid, I ain't never gon' switch (Okay then) Broke then you better get fixed (Okay then) You ain't heard nothin' like this (Okay then) You ain't heard nothin' like this (Okay then) [Post-Chorus] Uh, woah (Woo), woah (Uh) Woah (Woo), woah (Uh) Sonnin' these b*tches, they look up to me Sonnin' these b*tches, they look up to me (Look up to me) Please, do not try me get left in the streets (Left in the streets) I'm not the one or the two or the three (Two or the three) Tell LNS gon' and cook up a beat (Cook it up) All my sh*t hot, yeah, I'm chargin' a fee (Pretty & Paid) [Verse] I'm bout them racks If I do spend it, I get it back Married the money, it love me of course Won't get a divorce, forever attached You just let 'em him fu*k, you don't help you with nothin' (fu*k out my face) And plus he be hustlin' so you know he able (fu*k out my face) Late on your bills, they turned off your cable Where your integrity? Lil' b*tch, who raised you? (Hahaha) Dumb b*tches really ain't knowin' the game Ho, you a lame, can't roll with the gang Stay in your lane, we ain't nowhere the same Can't change but you hoes sale your soul for the fame Way I get racks, you a think I trapped, all facts, no cap on me, Big Pap Gettin' to the money, I don't need no map I'm chasin' them bands, you ain't runnin' no laps (Get the fu*k out my face) You couldn't last a day up in my shoes These b*tches funny, they got me amused Same b*tches used to get beat up in school You little hoes ain't got nothin' to lose (Got nothin' to lose) I never hate on a b*tch, I refuse (Lil' b*tch) Y'all postin' comments, I'm thumbin' through blues You couldn't pawn it, that pussy so used Look, hoes know Pap she a soldier (Uh-huh) Make a b*tch bounce like the Noya Better watch how you approach her Bird ass b*tch, you a vulture That's why you tweet tough from a sofa 'Bout to kill the game, Young Pap takin' over Used to sleep on me now them dumb b*tches woke up Ball on these hoes, nobody gotta coach her [Chorus] Step in the club we lit (Okay then) Know I'm gon' Pap my sh*t (Okay then) No, you can't come in my VIP (Okay then) We ain't worried 'bout no b*tch (Okay then) Solid, I ain't never gon' switch (Okay then) Broke then you better get fixed (Okay then) You ain't heard nothin' like this (Okay then) You ain't heard nothin' like this (Okay then) Uh, step in the club we lit (Okay then) Know I'm gon' Pap my sh*t (Okay then) No, you can't come in my VIP (Okay then) We ain't worried 'bout no b*tch (Okay then) Solid, I ain't never gon' switch (Okay then) Broke then you better get fixed (Okay then) You ain't heard nothin' like this (Okay then) You ain't heard nothin' like this (Okay then) [Post-Chorus] Uh, woah (Woo), woah (Uh) Woah (Woo), woah (Uh) Sonnin' these b*tches, they look up to me Sonnin' these b*tches, they look up to me (Look up to me) Please, do not try me get left in the streets (Left in the streets) I'm not the one or the two or the three (Two or the three) Tell LNS gon' and cook up a beat (Cook it up) All my sh*t hot, yeah, I'm chargin' a fee (Pretty & Paid) [Outro] Ayy, okay then Hahahaha, ayy I stay on my Pap sh*t 8-65, if a b*tch askin'