[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This is for all the fans that waited
The bitch niggas that hated
Old hoes we dated
Look mama, we made it
Your son out in Barbados
Cheese eggs and potatoes
Smoking weed on the beach
As my mind working like Play Dough
Analyzing the world
Fantasizing about girls
I'm handed diamonds and pearls
And vandalizing her pearls
Sweating her weave out
Moans as she breathes out
Fuck I'm doing in parties with Hov and Steve Stout
I step over pirhannas
Death over dishonor
They killin niggas for J's
That's death over designer
Cole heating up like that left-over lasagna
Remember when I used to be stressed over Dawana
Now a nigga only 15 is stressed over Rihannas
I'm talking tens or better bitches in Timbs and sweaters
And we always argue about the same thing
Tell me why we gotta argue about the same thing?
[Verse 2: Missy Elliott]
Nobody's perfect, nobody's perfect eh
But you're perfect for me
Rolling, we riding
He like to go inside and
I love to go all night and
We rock the boat: Poseidon
I love to call your name, name, name
Baby I love to call your name, name, name
[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Oh yeah, my college girl
Get off and come home soon
I graduated way too long ago
To be sneaking all in your dorm room, but
This ain't tight like Fort Knox, so
I call you when the tour stops
But, baby with your roommates..
Could you make sure the door's locked?
She love it when we get together
Smoke a little weed but the shit together
Now that I'm on, I can pick and choose
Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose
Yeah, heard stories about different dudes
Her man on campus but it's fine by me..
Say she only fucked like 4-5 niggas
So you know you gotta multiply by 3
