Lyrics J. Cole – You Got It

J. Cole — Chorus
Hey, one time
Hey, one time
One time

You got it (you got it)
You got it (you got it)
You got it (you got it)
You got it (you got it)

J. Cole — Verse 1
Hey Cole World, real cold world
I watch it hit the floor and watch it drop it real low girl
Last time I seen you, you was a little old girl
I had a crush now we grown and we still so thorough
Clap for her, work it till you exhausted
I swear nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it
Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass
God damn your ex man is a dumb ass
When you was leaving, did he put up a fight?
Was he stressin’ you, wasn’t fucking you right
Well one man’s trash is another man’s treasure
One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure
One damn thing you can’t change is the weather
But even if it rain, we get rained on together

J. Cole — Chorus

J. Cole — Verse 2
Yeah, go ahead and pop it like you do in the mirror
I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer
High heel wearer, hell of a body
First one to spot you and I ain’t telling nobody
Nope, I’m peaking at your ass, winking at your ass
If I don’t beg I’ll be thinking bout your ass
For the whole week no time for cold feet
She too bad to pass, so fine I don’t speak
I tell her my name Jermaine, I’m tryna be lowkey
She tell me I go that flame, your rhymes are so deep
Man, girl thank you, shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you
Hold up for these other niggas roll up and try and get you
The ones that say they riders but never do ride with you
I’m tryna vibe with you so wont you throw me your phone number
And let them lames get you old number

J. Cole — Chorus

Wale
Roc Nation, Wale
Look, Cole World, still a cold world
And a couple you is cool but we a little more thorough
Whole town, a little more girls
You know I spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure
Hold up, loud packs like I got cancer
Choking on them white boys make a black panther
Love my women with high heels and high standards
And only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers
I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat
I ain’t superstitious I make all these broads flip my pole
You dig it, this shit ain’t for beginners
I’m something like a fetus, I’m not quite kidding
And theres something you ain’t seeing like I block your vision
Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop
Hundred k in 22 hours
See money talks, you motherfuckers is Boomhower
No check back, in debt yep
Loud in my J, I smoking Gallaudet
Higher than I need to be
Flyer ’cause I need to be
Love our conversation but it’s late right now, I need a beat
One time for the Ville that Cole rep
Another time for the city of slow death
I don’t understand why these niggas so vexed
I don’t need no chains with no cross to know that I’m blessed

Chorus