J. Cole - Fitted Cap lyrics

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J. Cole - Fitted Cap lyrics

Beat billionaire [Rick Ross] You know I stick to the script Twenty-million dollar n***a, but I do it like this (M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music) [Rick Ross - Chorus] My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!) My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!) My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap The Rolls-Royce, it’s all white Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m f**in’ wit’ the Spikes My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce, it’s all white (How can I not talk big? I got to) Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I’m f**in’ wit’ the Spikes Wale [Wale - Verse 1] Yeah, uh Ferrari mics, b**h, I’m on my car show My chick black and white, she ain’t no dime, that b**h a Concorde 11 know I’m reppin’ this, shoot and I don’t ever miss The coupe I’m in is rented, I ain’t wit’ all that commitment sh** P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I’m shoppin’ My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn That’s some n***a from 10.deep ATL, I’m wit’ the cooker I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, I ball like private school You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you And Tito’s my n***as, you know just we just need more sh** and It’s ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul b**h, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchin’ lanes Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit’ laser Look at my who*e, that is your lady, look at my flo’, makin’ y’all crazy Makin’ y’all sick, y’all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me Salute [Rick Ross - Chorus] My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it’s all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m f**in’ wit’ the Spikes Meek Mill [Meek Mill] Yo I said I’m swaggin’ out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js And my wrist froze, but I’m cool sha’, like a bald head, I’m too paid I’m too blazed, and I’m too high, George Kush, the whole crew high Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that a** like Wu-sai It’s MMG, MOB, young n***a, I been OG Walk around wit’ like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen’ on me Don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t God unless no fear Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear We j**eled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that Mac tucked I’m a Bad Boy, b**h, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup On this sh**, I can’t stand up, country Ks as I man up This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that n***a Pill In Brazil, and this sh** is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill One week and we get the deal, one day and I f**ed the b**h My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it’s all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m f**in’ wit’ the Spikes [J. Cole] Fresh-a** n***a, no wonder why them hoes be open That’s that n***a, so what’d I say? They okey-dokin’ How you figga? You f**in’ wit’ me? I hope he jokin’ I’m witcha girl, you home alone, b**h you Macauley Culkin I’m oviedosin’, ay, homie, Kobe smokin’ Then put my ashes on you n***as, bet you gon’ need lotion I’m slowly roastin’, heatin’ up, so you know we toastin’ f** hoes wit’ no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin’ Out in Sweden, like ain’t sh** that you can’t tell us Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at n***as jealous ‘Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn’t cop ‘em Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them b**hes wann’t a option Now we livin’ much better, n***a, pay whatever Rock them b**hes once then forgot about ‘em forever My kicks like my chick, I don’t need to know the numbers You just need to know I’m comin’, I’ll k** you n***as this summer Cole My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap The Rolls-Royce, it’s all white Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m f**in’ wit’ the Spikes My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!) The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), it’s all white (Huh!) Foamposites, the LeBrons, I’m f**in’ wit’ the Spikes M-M-M-Maybach Music