lirik lagu j. cole – midas touch (rihanna reference)
[intro]
ayy, yeah
that new rihanna shit
that new rihanna shit
look
[chorus]
that new rihanna shit b-mp
b-tches in the back don’t like me though, why?
i don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
i bet you none of them b-tches would fight me though, why?
[verse 1]
i guess they know that i’ll cut a b-tch
boy, i’m already paid, getting money for the f-ck of it
i’m on some other shit
so if you fly, what am i, do that make me the mothership?
beam me up ho, they wanna see a nigga down
take his crown, we be up doe, yeah we be up ho!
now hit the ground, bow down to the sound
good god
[chorus]
that new rihanna shit b-mp
b-tches in the back don’t like me though, why?
i don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
i bet you none of them b-tches would fight me though, why?
[verse 2]
i guess they know that i’ll cut a ho
yeah i cleaned up good but i’m still out the gutter though
don’t forget this shit
you gotta problem? then meet me outside if you with the shit
i’ve seen where the players sit
a couple racks gone just to see ‘bron hit the layup, shit
i be on some nigga shit
but b-tch, i’m way past nigga rich
good god
[chorus]
that new rihanna shit b-mp
b-tches in the back don’t like me though, why?
i don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
i bet you none of them b-tches would fight me though, why?
[hook]
i guess they know
heard she hating though, feel no ways
i ain’t f-ck with that b-tch, no way
said that shit to my face, no way
bet we shut down the place, no way
b-tches stuntin’ on me, no way
they ain’t f-cking with me, no way
price of fame, it ain’t cheap, no way
i don’t check the receipt, no way
[verse 3]
cole world, used to stay off his d-ck
i sold out the garden, i should play for the knicks
took a couple minutes and i sold out staples
a nigga getting cream like an old–ss laker
but i ain’t come to talk about all that paper
that’s what they talk about when they ain’t got shit to say
can’t understand why niggas never got shit to do
you know they sayin’ same shit, nigga, different day
i never felt that, no way
cuz on the same day a nigga doing different shit
spit different flows, hit different chicks
let my brixton hoes feed me fish n’ chips
why i do a lot of shows, i’m the shit that’s it
got suicidal doors, i just slit my wrists
never stingy with the hoes, word to cliff and chris
if i f-ck six b-tches i got six -ssists
[chorus]
that new rihanna shit b-mp
b-tches in the back don’t like me though, why?
i don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why?
i bet you none of them b-tches would fight me though, why?
[hook]
i guess they know
heard she hating though, feel no ways
i ain’t f-ck with that b-tch, no way
said that shit to my face, no way
bet we shut down the place, no way
b-tches stuntin’ on me, no way
they ain’t f-cking with me, no way
price of fame, it ain’t cheap, no way
i don’t check the receipt, no way
that new rihanna shit b-mp
that new rihanna shit b-mp
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