[Verse 1: J. Cole]. And you know it don't stop grindin round that clock. Masterminding 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 momma but I look just like my pops. And we still duckin cops ride round 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! 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 KRIT shit that Cole shit them country niggas. [Hook: Cole]. One for the money two for the show. Three for them hoes saying anything goes. They say they ready for whatever!. They say they ready 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!. They say they ready for whatever. [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]. Shawty look what we got my bass beat and it knock. Got the old school in my old school was to post up on yo block. Yo broad chose like she was s'posed to. and you up in arms cause she bopped. Cole I hate to say it but I got to say. that I wish that they would just stop. So fuck these haters fuck these hoes. that ain't slammin doors on they drop. Y'all niggas too young to remember. how to the south used to be but I'm not. So when it come to snappin' Cadillacs. SpottieOttieDopaliscious y'all pop. You thought Krit Wuz. Here and R4 were the shit bitch wait til my album drop. Say that's yo new car? Nigga that's my old slab. Say that's yo new bitch? Nigga that's my old stab. Oh that's yo new flow? That shit sound so trash. This that new KRIT 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 realist 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 whistlely 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 yea. 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 uh 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 is telling me take it. DJ Khaled even if I had callus holding the torch ain't no challenge. Ain't it?. [Hook: Cole]. One for the money two for the show. Three for them hoes saying anything goes. They say they ready for whatever!. They say they ready 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!. They say they ready for whatever