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Featuring Big KRIT, J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar [Verse 1: J. Cole] And you know it don't stop, grindin' round that clock Masterminding my second album, my first album just dropped Scored a touchdown on my first down, n*ggas thought I was gon' flop See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops And we still duckin' cops, ride round and take shots Hennessy for my enemies, n*ggas know I'm takin' they spot Cause that score up on the play clock show just how I came from way back Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you n*ggas rappin' like Aesop, Aesop get a grip Oh that's your dream car? N*gga that's my old whip Oh that's your dream girl? N*gga that's my old b*tch Oh that's your new flow? N*gga that's my old sh*t! This that new KRIT sh*t, that Cole sh*t, them country n*ggas [Hook: J. Cole] One for the money, two for the show Three for them hoes saying anything goes They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad b*tches and they lapped up in the back They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever Letras de canciones[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] Shawty look what we got, my bass beat and it knock Got the old school in my old school was to post up on yo block Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop So f*ck these haters, f*ck these hoes that ain't slammin' doors on they drop Y'all n*ggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the sh*t, b*tch wait til my album drop Say that's yo new car? N*gga that's my old slab Say that's yo new b*tch? N*gga that's my old stab Oh that's yo new flow? That sh*t sound so trash This that new KRIT sh*t, that Cole sh*t, them country n*ggas [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar] Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton n*gga One for the money, two for the show Three for no limit and the rest for death row That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist sh*t I ever wrote And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow And I hope that my d*ck is a whistlely flute, and that's not the instrumental Now pick up my coat You let that motherf*cker drag like RuPaul, I'll drag your ass to the floor B*tch, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is Telling the doctor I'm sick, head doctor I'm needing your lips, yea Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won't ignore it, clear Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that's when I switch gears Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh B*tch I'm demanding respect, these b*tches is telling me take it DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain't no challenge Ain't it [Hook: J. Cole] One for the money, two for the show Three for them hoes saying anything goes They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad b*tches and they lapped up in the back They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever From Letras Mania