[Intro: DJ Khaled]

You are the only one, baby

DJ Khaled

[Verse 1: J Cole]

Yeah, and you know it don't stop, grindin' 'round that clock

Mastermindin' my second album, my first album just dropped

Scored a touchdown on my first down

Niggas thought I was gon' flop

See I hustle like my mama, but I look just like my pops, huh

And we still duckin' cops, ride around and take shots

Hennessy for my enemies, niggas 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 niggas rappin' like Aesop, Aesop, get a grip

[Refrain: J. Cole]

Oh, that's your dream car? Nigga, that's my old whip

Oh, that's your dream girl? Nigga, that's my old bitch

Oh, that's your new flow? Nigga, that's my old shit

This that new K.R.I.T. shit, that Cole shit, them country, nigga

[Chorus: J. Cole]

One for the money, two for the show

Three for them hoes saying, "Anything go"

They say they ready for whatever (Huh)

They say they ready for whatever (For whatever)

I been around the world, twice, to be exact

Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back

They say they ready for whatever (Huh)

They say they ready for whatever

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]

Yuh, yuh, Young Krizzle

Shawty, look what we got (We got)

My bass beat and it knock (It knock)

Got the old school in my old school was to post up on your block (Your block)

Yo' broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms 'cause she bopped (She bopped)

Cole, I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop (What?)

So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain't slammin' doors on they drop (What?)

Y'all niggas too young to 'member how to the South used to be, but I'm not (What?)

So when it come to snappin', Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y'all pop (What?)

Thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit? Bitch, wait 'til my album drop (Get 'em, girls)

[Refrain: Big K.R.I.T.]

Say, that's your new car? Nigga, that's my old slab

Say, that's your new bitch? Nigga, that's my old stab

Oh, that's yo' new flow? That shit sound so trash

This that new K.R.I.T. shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Hol' up, but don't forget about Compton, nigga

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 realest shit 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 dick is a whistling flute

And that's not the instrumental

Now pick up my coat

You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul

I'll drag your ass to the floor

Bitch, I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is

Telling the doctor I'm sick, head doctor, I'm needing your lips, yeah

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, ugh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh

The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh

Bitch, I'm demanding respect, these bitches are telling me, "Take it"

DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain't no challenge (Ain't it?)

[Chorus: J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar]

One for the money, two for the show (Ooh, ooh)

Three for them hoes saying, "Anything go"

They say they ready for whatever (Huh)

They say they ready for whatever (For whatever)

I been around the world, twice, to be exact

Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back

They say they ready for whatever (Huh)

They say they ready for whatever