Me OK - Young Jeezy

First to tell you motherfucker «Trap or die», that’s me OK?

Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that’s me, OK?

Mister If-I'm-talkin'-you-should-listen, game is free, OK?

Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah, that’s three, OK?

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that’s me, OK?

Mister Rein'-up-with-'bout-two-phantoms, yeah, that’s me, OK?

On that Avion to the head, hey but me, OK?

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey that me, OK?

I’m a fool on that Avion, Snow be on that liquor

Approach me if you want to, I will smoke you like a Swisha

You know my game tizight, you know that’s off tizzop

Presidential Day-Date, looking like two blocks

Chain on 2Pac when he was on Death Row

All black glizzock, that 40 say leggo

All my niggas is 'bout it, all my bitches is wit' it

One call, that’s all, choppers pay him a visit

Real nigga fo' sho', got a fetish for dough

34 a unit, nine hundred a O

Break 'em down into zips, that’s a hell of a flip

Had 'em, now they gone, guess who takin' a trip

First to tell you motherfucker «Trap or die», that’s me OK?

Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that’s me, OK?

Mister If-I'm-talkin'-you-should-listen, game is free, OK?

Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah, that’s three, OK?

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that’s me, OK?

Mister Rein'-up-with-'bout-two-phantoms, yeah, that’s me, OK?

On that Avion to the head, hey but me, OK?

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey that me, OK?

When L.A. Reid was in office, made some history up in Def Jam

If Jizzle ain’t droppin', nigga, what the fuck is Def Jam?

I know you heard how your boy bossed up at Atlantic

Boss shit, might just drop my next album on Atlantic

I really hope you bitches ready, vice prezzy and this presi

Got some shit up in my bezzy (so what ya sayin'?), my wrist is heavy

All white, penthouse, yeah, like the one on Belly

With a brown skin thang, swear to God, she look like Kelly

Two door Rolls is how I’m rollin', plus you know a nigga totin'

Keep that street nigga paper, rubber band it, it ain’t foldin'

First the XXL, read about me in the Forbes

That’s a long way from trappin' in that 4-door Accord, wassup?

First to tell you motherfucker «Trap or die», that’s me OK?

Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that’s me, OK?

Mister If-I'm-talkin'-you-should-listen, game is free, OK?

Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah, that’s three, OK?

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that’s me, OK?

Mister Rein'-up-with-'bout-two-phantoms, yeah, that’s me, OK?

On that Avion to the head, hey but me, OK?

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey that me, OK?

Snow can eyeball a seven, yeah, you best believe without the scale

I just want the mansions and the riches, yeah, without the jail

You can call me postman, don’t go somewhere without some mail

In and out in 20 minutes, you best believe I’m makin' bail

Who put you on designer watches, put you on designer frames

Had you cashin' out, payin' for, you can’t pronounce the name

Had that Murcielago, it was green like margaritas

I sold yayo, I sold albums, might as well sell some tequila

Dropped so many Lambos, thought I was a Lam ambassador

Dropped so many Rollies, niggas thought I owned a Rollie store

Snow, it’s been a while, yeah, you know them streets missed you

I don’t eat, sleep, or shit without my mothafuckin' pistol

First to tell you motherfucker «Trap or die», that’s me OK?

Mister Whip-a-knot-and-get-a-half-a-pie, that’s me, OK?

Mister If-I'm-talkin'-you-should-listen, game is free, OK?

Mister Got-two-whole-ones-and-two-half-ones, yeah, that’s three, OK?

Leave up out of here with two bad ones, yeah, that’s me, OK?

Mister Rein'-up-with-'bout-two-phantoms, yeah, that’s me, OK?

On that Avion to the head, hey but me, OK?

Never put a bitch before my bread, hey that me, OK?