50 Cent – Ok, You’re Right

Talented and renowned hip hop and rap artiste and actor, 50 Cent comes out with yet another hypnotizing record dubbed “Ok, You’re Right”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 15 on his top charting album project called “Before I Self Destruct” was officially released on 9 November 2009.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.

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LYRICS

OK, OK, OK (OK, OK, OK)

OK, OK, OK (OK, OK, OK)

When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah)

What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (Nah, nah)

I think they hating cause they see me when I’m rolling (Yeah)

Man, I can’t help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah)

OK, alright (They sick)

OK, you’re right (I’m rich)

OK, alright (I grind)

OK, you’re right (For mine)

I’m in that 760 leaning when I’m stunting

I blow 50 Gs, I mean with ease like this is nothing

Please don’t interrupt me when I’m talking to my jeweler

He’s putting them diamonds all over my Franck Muller

Me I get busy, I put that work in if it’s worth it

Come through hit you up, I’ll make a crime scene perfect

Niggas talk about me all the time behind my back

They don’t talk about me in my face because I’m strapped

See me in the club, I got that Henny and that ‘gnac

A couple cups of that and I just don’t know how to act

By the second bottle that’s when I just get to buzzing

I said I run New York and ain’t nobody saying nothing (OK, OK, OK)

When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah)

What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (Nah, nah)

I think they hating cause they see me when I’m rolling (Yeah)

Man, I can’t help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah)

OK, alright (They sick)

OK, you’re right (I’m rich)

OK, alright (I grind)

OK, you’re right (For mine)

I blew a hundred Gs on my bitches in Miami

They think I’m the sweetest thing invented since candy

Me I catch amnesia when you ask me ’bout the shotty

I don’t even know my name, switching lanes in my Bugatti

Nigga, I ain’t crazy, bitches like me ’cause I’m paid

They want me, LeBron, Kobe or Dwyane Wade

When I say I’m balling, I’m not talking ’bout a ball

I’m talkin’ ’bout Tiffany & Co. stones out the mall

Niggas they can hate all they want, but they know they like this

Me I’m like that painting on the wall, baby, I’m priceless

You could come and work me over, baby, on the night shift

Catch me on the night shift, see how freaky I get (OK, OK, OK)

When they talk about me they say I be tripping (Yeah)

What they say about me doesn’t make me mad (Nah, nah)

I think they hating cause they see me when I’m rolling (Yeah)

Man, I can’t help it that they really doing bad (Nah, nah)

OK, alright (They sick)

OK, you’re right (I’m rich)

OK, alright (I grind)

OK, you’re right (For mine)

OK, OK, OK, OK – sure you right

OK, OK, OK, OK – you know you right

OK, alright, OK, alright

OK, alright, OK, you’re right