WOK

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah aye aye aye aye

Bop Bop Bop Bop

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah

Count up the guap

Make that boy dance

Oh Sippin on wok

I'm dirty dan

Send him some shots

That boy he dead

Sippin on Wok

Make that boy dance

Yeah I'm counting up these bans yeah

Yeah I'm counting up these bans oh

Fucking this thot

I think she man fan

They hate me cuz I'm the man

They hate me cuz I'm the man yeah yeah

On the jet I ain't gon land

Call shawty up tell her bring her friend

I do it cuz I can (cuz I can what?)

I do it cuz I can

Hit my money dance

Hit my money dance

Take her out to france

Take her out to france

(what what, bop bop bop bop bop yeah)

Hold on I'm going to crazy

That bih wanna have my baby

Sippin on syrup got my lazy

That bitch she going crazy

That bitch she going crazy

Rolling through the city (bop bop bop)

They sayin Im steady

On the track and I'm ready

Dripping in desiner I wear pices so rare

Catch me in the spotlight if I want it i'll stare

Dimonds dancing on my wrist they shine so bright

Steppin into the house I own the night aye

Fell the whole vibe

Ain't no need to hide

Dripping in desiner I wear pices so rare

Call shawty up tell her bring her friend

Oh Sippin on wok

I'm dirty dan

Dimonds dancing on my wrist they shine so bright

Steppin into the house I own the night aye