Nem deu meia noite ainda Mas vem que nós mistura tinta Menina, minha gata Tua raba' sempre foi bem-vinda Rola um tbt, e nem é dia de quinta Eu gostei de você, vou te comer na rima Rebola pra mim, quando eu descer pra pista Sarrando em você, rebola dando a vida Eu sou horas de enxaqueca às suas amigas Te encaixo as dez horas toda terça, minha amiga Então sinaliza, minha sina, me valoriza O suor evapora, na hora cortou minha brisa Eu te perdoo lá fora mas, só se tu for a Iza Se não der tu vai embora, se der tu me economiza Não te incomoda transar com outras garotas Noite de foda torta, acorda por três pessoas Mina' se toca, toca, me pede com tua voz rouca, rouca Me ama, me chupa louca, tipo boca a boca a boca Não te incomoda transar com outras garotas Noite de foda torta, acorda por três pessoas Mina' se toca, toca, me pede com tua voz rouca, rouca Me ama, me chupa louca, tipo boca a boca a boca Que ela fode o frescor da sala Abafa e exala uma marra tão dela Cala boca de malandro, tão bela, meu mano, rala Bonita te quiero pintada numa tela, fala Quase dei pala, tira o ar numa chegada Repara e compara, pô Para, que eu confundo amor com tara Mas, juro que te achei tão minha cara Cama vira palco, camarim sacada Desce desse salto, desfila pelada Bem que tu podia ser minha, safada Desce desse salto e empina Não te incomoda transar com outras garotas Noite de foda torta, acorda por três pessoas Mina' se toca, toca, me pede com tua voz rouca, rouca Me ama, me chupa louca, tipo boca a boca a boca Não te incomoda transar com outras garotas Noite de foda torta, acorda por três pessoas Mina' se toca, toca, me pede com tua voz rouca, rouca Me ama, me chupa louca, tipo boca a boca a boca

I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Ayy, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, my niggas riding my city understand us See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up They can't call us bandits no more Same hood, same corner store But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs Never been baptized, but she soak me all in her holy water I'm one of five, she the only daughter She ain't used to sharing, I ain't used to caring Let's play truth or dare 'Cause lately my lifestyle's like dynamite I'ma go lights out, Black Dynamite Smoke one, that I might I'm on my night job, always knew how to play these cards of mine Fuck rap, we seen harder times Jump back like Vinny Carter prime I'm on mine I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Aye, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, y'all niggas jivin', I'm back up in position Earnhardt, I'ma catch some nigga slippin' Burn hard on a track and get to whippin' I'm on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention? For my nigga with the pass to get the flip in Boy that trap is a accurate description I'm on my night job, finally got Bassy off the corner '010 niggas thought he was a gonner He ducked shots, now it's "Bas, we gotta phone her" I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and Won't tell you 'bout no Basquiats don't want 'em Nigga word to Selassie, I'm zonin' I'm on my night job Got old niggas tryna bite 'cause they can't capture The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em Niggas out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dash's Nicorette, that's patchwork That ain't better than your last work Cigarette, let the ash burn Omen said don't worry 'bout the last word I'ma hit the gas swerve on 'em, skrrr Too high to riot, that's my best excuse for being lazy Being an artist, that's the best excuse for being crazy I've been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated Now she on my FaceTime and, my nigga, she just masturbated Fuck a album release party, I'm out in the streets, shawty How many rappers I killed? Counted at least 40 Nah, I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me I'm horny like that Coltrane album A Love Supreme, that's Cole fav' album Lately, I've been dancing like a Soul Train album Lately, silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me They've been loving me this whole time My only adversary was my own mind Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09 With a gold mine of inspiration for y'all Fuck your co-sign, that nigga can't fuck with Cole neither Don't ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether to eat ya We gotta heat for niggas, keep reachin' If these bullets was heat-seeking they wouldn't even reach you niggas I'm on my

I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey Hey It took me all day to find some inspiration It just hit me like a ton of bricks, no renovation Problem with the game now, there ain't no innovation I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation And they say that's flattering, but I ain't flattered at all Matter fact y'all need to practice that more See my man Nate asked me if I gained weight I said, "Nah, my pockets got fatter, that's all" Money was an issue, but now that that's solved I ball, I ball, like Kobe in the fall Put trophies on wall, rather trophies on my mantle Dog my shows be off the handle, take the proceeds go to gamble Ha! Bet it on black and pray, I quadruple my salary If I win, maybe then I could pay Sallie Mae Told her I be dealin' with some real-life shit She be askin' when?, bitch! When I feel like it Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Uh, turn up the 808's for me Back when I was starvin' no one made a plate for me Now I do it big and that's my day-to-day story I got the type of shit that make a hater say sorry Bitch, I made this in the crib, watchin' Belly Eatin' peanut butter jelly, what the fuck the niggas tell me They say I'm takin' long, I tell 'em patience is a virtue I'm goin' all out and bitch I never had a curfew See, when you're spittin' so real Suddenly these phony niggas lose they appeal Got 'em feelin' like my niggas when they lose, they appeal Then it's back to the cell, back to the hell At times, I watch the news and see they talkin' 'bout diplomacy And they ain't got a clue my niggas ain't got they diplomas, see Rappers show me love, I wonder what it could be I think they scared of me, and they should be Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Okay, we outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here We outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey

Yeah, what's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed (yeah), most likely twist my weed (yeah) Most likely to get money doin' somethin' I believe Most likely put the city on my back it ain't heavy (ain't heavy) Most likely got the people goin' crazy overseas I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (in the Mercury) Push the 300 (push 300) like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin', if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) Yeah-yeah, set up the future for my heirs, this shit ain't cheap Know it's a dirty, dirty game, but bitch, on me, you better not cheat Shawty a deep, shawty a freak, whatever I want, gold on my feet Down to my last, I was fucked up, I was down bad like cornrow Meek See, hoochies pop coochies for Gucci And models will swallow for Prada But bitch, I don't even want that shit If I feel like I buy you, you, you, you, you, that, that and this, I'm lit What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) What up kinfolk? What up twin? What the hell they say happened to 10? Man, I heard he got locked up again I been meanin' to talk to him And say the streets don't play no games So pray for safety All he gon' say is, "Okay-okay" But he steady bangin' like the 808s Say your boy is breakin' the bank I should hire my boy on a day-to-day That's the way he could stay out the way Sanitation, we stay out the wastes Sunset, he wanna stay at the one Get a woman, run away to L.A. where the devils waiting And the hoochies pop pussy for Pucci And robbers be robbin' the robbers I see the evil is in disguise, all of my idols already died I took a flight and I took a drive Made a left, hit the light and this lil' guy said- What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Boy, you look thirsty (need some water?) Shit, a nigga been workin' Shit, a nigga been hustlin' Shit, a nigga been hurtin' Shit, a nigga been strokin', bitches been squirtin' My flow pullin' out, the opposite of early Nigga been wipin' up dookie and burpin' I was with the toolie right on my person I be on Southside swervin', goin' like a fly route (that's my baby) Moms on the grind, goin' hard, look at my child Pop set the bar with the Yak in the gar' When my new shit drop, you can all quit your jobs now Fuckin' on the thot, and she give the best top, wow Backshot, pound, dog her out like a Chow Chow Waterworld, hustle 'til the whole world drownin' And her grandmama got found at the water fountain Ridin' 'round with the 5% tint on the Crown Vic G's move in silence Rather make moves than announcements See a opportunity and pounce it You at the red light surrounded Better go 'head with the clout shit You gon' regret when you doubted You know you left when we was down bad, sleepin' on couches Ha, should've fucked around and found out What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed (yeah-yeah), most likely twist my weed (yeah-yeah) Most likely to get money (yeah-yeah), doin' somethin' I believe (yeah-yeah) Most likely put the city (yeah-yeah) on my back it ain't heavy (yeah-yeah) Most likely got the people (yeah-yeah), goin' crazy overseas I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (in the Mercury) Push the 300 (push 300) like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin', if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) Yeah, me, I been layin' low Peepin' this shit from a distance and checkin' this chicken, no GMOs These niggas look rich but they broke, got me playin' poor Please don't get it fucked up from this homeless aesthetic Whole lot of homes And I ain't even put up the tour but it sold out already I'm General Tso how a nigga is breaded I'm gettin' it now and shit is pathetic They only respect when you talkin' your shit I ain't really that nigga to toot his own horn But today, look, I'm honkin' this bitch No more Off-Season, it's capital B on my car season If I happen to be in the mall and you catch yourself lookin' at me Then you're stargazin' Don't be dappin' with me if your heart shakin' Two-faced niggas get the business, I went from rags to riches There's too many bags, I can't do the math, bitch, I need a statistician I think I might enter the draft, boy, I got a ratchet, ask the Pistons Y'all niggas Planet Fitness, I don't panic, no-no Kyrie under pressure, my handles are cold They can't fuck with me and I stand on that quote That's never gon' change like Santa Claus clothes I know a young man wanna stand on my throat But I never hate, I'm a fan of lil' bro But bro got a long way to go If he think that he ever gon' catch up with Cole What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break)

My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail I just came up on some grey 12's Great health, cheers to that Do this shit for Queens got my ears to that They hate us but, not more they hate theyselves I guess that they gotta motivate theyselves We can never correlate, you will never see my plane Right in front of you but your vision is so plain I see it more vivid, seen it all, did it 'Round these fake fucks still keep it authentic, granted Give or take fucks, how your measures rate us Damn it, you'll never understand it And even though I'm so lit I've seen the cards handed and I replayed mine Hell, yeah, I'm on tilt But I'm never off handed, gotta keep good time Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail Listen when you get a blessing you don't ask why You just pass forward, and fast forward All my niggas from the hood got a passport And them girls already know we ain't ask for it Said she from the hood but her ass foreign Drive a Malibu but her gas foreign Her aspirations I can't relate with But I'm like a ghost 'cause my ass tourin' Burn holes in all my clothes But I got merch and this cash for it Glass floors and no ceilings How I wish we could both feel it For all the ones gone 'cause I miss your breathing Any y'all saw came any y'all part Gotta race cars Penny my thoughts, nah, this shit premium Bas Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail My nigga just made bail And everything'll follow, won't you Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you Free your mind and everything'll follow won't you Free your mind and everything'll - Cole My nigga just made bail Tell the good Lord, we gon' raise hell We gon' pop off, like a fake nail Take the top off and get ill, get ill, get- My nigga just made bail Tell the fucking mayor he got hate mail Less shakedowns and more Shakespeare Please, all these niggas don't care Prepare for the new shit, that Cole is the truth shit Nigga this is Lu shit, nigga this is Bas shit Meaning this some true shit, telling you shit 'Bout the crew, how we do shit, who sick? And, tell my niggas in the two-six in the coupe I'ma kick back smoke a pool stick This for my new chick trying get fit say she too thick Ain't no such thing as too thick, what you wanna be a toothpick? What you wanna get your cooch licked? Well, I'm tryna get my flute played If we the new slaves I am Frederick Douglass of rhetoric ahead the the others You motherfuckas better get free This for that insecure girl, your name I won't mention On Instagram straight flickin' Bitch, you a nipple slip away from strippin' Might as well, get your clientele up, you a pioneer Them girls fuck for free, I'm never buying there Save that shit for the D.R I rock crowns and these niggas rock tiaras or tiaras 'Cause I'm Pete Carroll, left college and I fucked the pros up Guess it ain't luck when the luck just shows up Like every verse on the spot, shit is never rehearsed You heard it first, Bas I swear to God, Cole world We doin' it out here, in the UK fool! Y'all ain't ready, I got Bas the Genius over there I got DJ Dummy downstairs I swear to God we doing this shit We gon' take on the world Free your mind and everything'll follow, won't you, won't you