Offset – OKAY, OKAY MP3 Download: Free Audio & Lyrics
Offset owning the spotlight with effortless bravado in the official audio for “OKAY, OKAY”—a slick trap flex from his introspective 2025 album HAUNTED BY FAME, where luxury and legacy collide in unapologetic glory.
Atlanta trap visionary Offset (Kiari Kendrell Cephus) commands attention on “OKAY, OKAY”, a boastful 3:18 cut from his surprise Halloween album HAUNTED BY FAME.
Full Lyrics: Sing Along to Offset – OKAY, OKAY
[Intro]
(Have you ever been to London?)
Yeah
Okay, okay (Pharaoh)
Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
She know the GOAT, that’s me, okay (That’s me)
Like what up? The store on me, okay
Yeah, I’m havin’ cho on me, okay (Cho-cho)
OD, we gon’ go OT, okay
Chandelier, my wrist on lit, okay (Woo)
Blew a nigga kit on kicks, okay
Twelve thousand fuckin’ sticks, okay (Rrah, rrah)
How the fuck a nigga miss? Okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, o-fuckin’-kay (Okay)
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, o-fuckin’-kay (Okay)
[Verse 1]
Yeah, she get on her knees for tips (For tips)
Yeah, I’m spendin’ the greens and Nips (The Nips)
Yeah, Chanaynay her feet, her hips (Chanaynay)
Yeah, I’m sponsorin’ sprees and trips, yeah (Sprees)
I make it hard for niggas (It’s hard for niggas)
I’m takin’ the pussy straight up (Straight up)
They say I’m too hard on bitches (On bitches)
The Birkin gon’ make ’em make up (Hey)
They geekin’, these hoes on the glitter (The glitter)
Country nigga get put in a blender (In a blender)
Where your title, lil’ boy? That’s a rental (Where your title?)
She got hit, that’s a dent in the fender (That’s a dent)
Ask your ho ’bout your boy, she remember (Ask your ho)
Why the fuck would she miss you? I’m realer (Why the fuck?)
Why you stallin’? I’m tryna get in her (Why you stallin’?)
She just order that dick, I deliver (Uh-huh)
If he him, then I’m him and I’m cold like December (Him)
When your money this tall, it don’t fold in the middle (Nah)
Fashion Week, I be drillin’, I’m fresher than cinnamon (Fresh)
Wanna book the boy? Million the minimum (Million)
[Chorus]
She know the GOAT, that’s me, okay (That’s me)
Like what up? The store on me, okay
Yeah, I’m havin’ cho on me, okay (Cho-cho)
OD, we gon’ go OT, okay
Chandelier, my wrist on lit, okay (Woo)
Blew a nigga kit on kicks, okay
Twelve thousand fuckin’ sticks, okay (Rrah, rrah)
How the fuck a nigga miss? Okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, o-fuckin’-kay (Okay)
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Okay, o-fuckin’-kay (Okay)
[Outro]
Okay, okay
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