Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Kendrick Lamar
Kendrick Lamar
Vocals
Ronnie Foster
Ronnie Foster
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronnie Foster
Ronnie Foster
Songwriter
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Jermaine Lamarr Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Roc Nation
Roc Nation
Executive Producer
Sam Giannelli
Sam Giannelli
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Chorus]
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh, no)
Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip (Boom)
Lil' sip, took a lil' sip
Took a lil' sip, took, took a lil', took a lil', took a lil' sip
[Verse 1]
Hey, yo, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
Where **** hold tech's like they mad at the ref
That's why I keep a cross on my chest, either that or a vest
Do you believe that Eve had Adam in check?
And if so, you gotta expect
To sip juice from the forbidden fruit and get loose
Cole is the king, most definite
My little black book thicker than the old testament
**** pay for head but the pussy sold separate
Same bitch giving brains to the minister
The same reason they call Mr. Cee "The Finisher"
Forbidden fruit, watch for the Adam's apple
Slick with words, don't hate me, son
What you eat don't make me shit
And who you fuck don't make me cum
Put a price on my head won't make me run
Try to kill me but it can't be done
'Cause my words gon' live forever
You put two and two together, Cole here forever
[Chorus]
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh, no)
Apple juice falling from her lips, took a lil' sip (Boom)
[Chorus]
Bitches come and go, you know that
Money come and go, you know that
Love come and go, don't shit last
Bitches come and go, you know that
Money come and go, you know that
Love come and go, don't shit last
[Verse 2]
Take a seat, baby girl, you've been all on my mind
I know I ain't called, gotta pardon my grind
Just copped a Maroon 5, no Adam Levine
Came a man by myself, only father was time
I know that she relate, baby daddy ain't shit
So she raised that **** kids but she swallowing mine
And that's why you all on my mind
All on my line like caller number nine
'Cause a **** popping like Harlem in the nine seven
Way before Mase was a reverend
I was a young **** making A's at eleven
Or twelve, trying to get a taste of the Heaven
Or Hell, only time gon' tell
Fuck her while her mama home, baby, don't yell
How many records do a **** gotta sell
Just to get the cover of the XXL?
Or Fader, fuck your magazine, hater
When I say that I'm the greatest I ain't talking about later
I'ma drop the album same day as Kanye
Just to show the Boyz the man now like Wanyá
And I don't mean no disrespect, I praise legends
But this what's next, the boy sick, can't disinfect
Life's a bitch and her pussy's wet
My clip is loaded and this is the kiss of death, blah
[Chorus]
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh, no)
Apple juice falling from her lips, took a little sip (Boom)
[Chorus]
Bitches come and go, you know that
Money come and go, you know that
Love come and go, don't shit last
Bitches come and go, you know that
Money come and go, you know that
Love come and go, don't shit last
[Chorus]
Don't shit last and you know that
Went to hell, got hot, didn't melt
The only man above me is God himself
All these other **** is below me
Word to Phife, Q-Tip, Ali and Jarobi, what up, Queens?
Cole is the king and you know that
Started with a dollar and a dream, and you know that
Never give a bird bitch a ring, you should know that
Bitch
Bitch
That should be my new ad lib
Bitch
I got a new one, I finally got a cool ad lib
Be at all the shows everybody be like bitch
Bitch, bitch
Or you can do the low cool shit
[Outro]
Yo, yo, yo, pull over right here, right here, here you go
Yeah, pull over right here, to the right
Pull over, pull over, pull over, pull over
Alright, look, look, park right here
I'ma be out, it'll be like thirty minutes tops
It'll be like thirty minutes, I'll be right back out, alright
[Outro]
Bitches come and go, bitches come and
Yo, yo, what up, what's popping, I'm back, I'm back
Yo, you got that piece ready for me, that Jesus piece?
No, the gold, the rose gold joint, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, let me see that, oh, shit, what is that some?
What's, what the fuck is that, platinum?
Is that? What's that chain right there?
Is that some white gold, that's platinum?
Is that plat-, well, **** doing platinum again, **** doing
Ain't even platinum yet right, oh shit 'bout to make
Yo, I'm trying to bring that shit back, kill these ****
Let me see that one too, the wat-, the watch, the platinum watch
Written by: J. Cole, Ronnie Foster
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