Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Irvin Washington
Bass
The Whispers
The Whispers
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W. Bell
Songwriter
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Executive Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Roc Nation
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Art of seduction, hoes jump like Vince Carter
Backstage like they a part of production
We talked about her dreams, you gotta start off with somethin'
Her mama went to college, but yet, her father was hustlin'
Found it funny, 'cause now they daughter is stuck in
A similar predicament, I'm askin' where her **** went
She said your guess is good as mine
Dropped outta school, now he run the streets like all the time
Left me alone with this baby, I don't hear from the ****
And to keep hundred with you, I don't care for the ****
Well, movin' on, funny 'cause I only know a couple of your songs
But I love when they come on, word
[Chorus]
I'll take it, baby, I'll take it
Why I'm staring at you? 'Cause I'm picturing you naked
Know what's on your mind, embrace it, do not fake it
Tonight is what you make it, take it, do not waste it
Take a shot, you not wasted
Look in the blocks with mind play
I'm in a small-ass town with a superstar chick
This is superstar dick, girl, how could you not taste it?
[Verse 3]
That's a little egotistic, my amigos
Be hocking in Toledo
**** winning off me, it's all G 'cause he know
Bitches can't get the Michael, so they settling for Tito
We know, yeah, ****, we know
Hot bitch fell in my lap like cappuccino
**** so thirsty, it irks me, you keep on
Putting bitches over money, but that ain't my cup of tea, though
Nah, ****, the game is to get
A bunch of paper just to change your fucking neighbors and shit
I swear if **** put half of what they put in chasing ass
Into a craft, by now, you'd be famous and rich
[Verse 4]
But I get it, you'd rather lay with a bitch
While you play with her pussy and let her play with your dick
She thinking she got a first round pick
She thinking 'bout all the things she can get
She thinking you got a Range for a whip
And a fly-ass cribbo, but it's not that simple 'cause
All you got is a phone full of bitches
And they just like her
Meanwhile, I'm stacking paper up, my word
Had more hoes coming than a bus driver
Got a full-grown woman wanna fuck, my word
Wanna ride my nouns, let her suck my verbs, aye
[Chorus]
I'll take it, baby, I'll take it
Why I'm starin' at you? 'Cause I'm picturing you naked
Know what's on your mind, embrace it, do not fake it
Tonight is what you make it, take it, do not waste it
Take a shot, you not wasted
Look in the blocks with mind play
I'm in a small-ass town with a superstar chick
This is superstar dick, girl, how could you not taste it?
Written by: Bas, J. Cole, MF MEZ, W. Bell, Wayne Bewll
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