“OK” is a promotional single from American rapper and record producer Kanye West‘s twelfth studio album, Bully (Deluxe edition). ^{[1] [2] [3] [7]}

It features Don Toliver.^{[5] [6]}

The Official Music Video directed by Bianca Censori premiered Tuesday, August 18^th, 2026^[1], via Kanye West’s official YouTube channel.^[3]

The track produced by: Kanye West, Nico Baran, Sheffmade, & 206DEREK.^[4]

The song written by: Don Toliver, Kanye West, Nico Baran, Sheffmade, & 206DEREK.^[4]

Song: #OK

Artist: #KanyeWest #DonToliver

Album: #Bully

^Explicit

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“OK” Lyrics ^[4]
Song by Kanye West, Don Toliver:

Chorus: Don Toliver
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you

Verse 1: Don Toliver
Young rich n****, got trapper team
Bad lil’ b****** wanna lick on me
Movin’ like a YN when I was sixteen
Smokin’ that weed and trappin’ out houses
Back of the ‘Lac and I’m higher than a mountain
Drink codeine, got it comin’ out a fountain
What you finna do for that allowance?
Bags on the floor, bags on the floor, countin’
I’m worth dough, finna call my accountant
Runnin’ through a drought, I doubt it
You wanna get money? I’m ’bout it

Bridge: Don Toliver
Okay, yeah, o-okay, o-o-okay, I drag you in the street
Okay, yeah, okay, oh-okay, okay, I just spread on the beat
Okay, yeah, o-okay, o-o-okay, I drag you in the street
Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I just spread on the beat
Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I drag you in the street
Okay, yeah, o-okay, okay, okay, I just spread on the beat

Verse 2: Kanye West
Let me see where we at tonight
We could bring this back to life
Thought that I couldn’t, you should be embarrassed
Their egos is threatened, they really should cherish
Too many excuses, I don’t wanna hear it
Don’t call it a patio, b****, it’s a terrace
We finna make us a killin’, that’s word to my deads
They tried to paint me as a villain and color me bad
I noticed the jealousy peaking, I thought we was past this
This type of exposure’s indecent, these n***** is classless
I bet on myself when the labels thought I was a bag risk
The money that I had invested is doing gymnastics
This what we need
This type of engine don’t run off of greed
They music ain’t big as my songs that have leaked
They need some assistance, should call the police
F all the talking, the talking is cheap
How many cops ‘fore they call it a fleet?
Live in the stars and the comets and meteors
I do not care if you comment on me

Interlude
(Won’t you stop, won’t you stop, I don’t stop)
(Won’t you stop, won’t you stop, I don’t stop)

Chorus: Don Toliver
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you
Don’t you leave, don’t you

Writer(s): Don Toliver, Kanye West, Nico Baran, Sheffmade, & 206DEREK
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