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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Ronald Gilmore
Ronald Gilmore
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Deongelo Holmes
Deongelo Holmes
Songwriter
Eric Von Jackson Jr
Eric Von Jackson Jr
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
Dwight Andrews
Dwight Andrews
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
Ronald Gilmore
Ronald Gilmore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer
Dreamville
Dreamville
Executive Producer
Mark Pitts
Mark Pitts
Executive Producer
Roc Nation
Roc Nation
Executive Producer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Jack Mason
Jack Mason
Assistant Engineer
Nathaniel Alford
Nathaniel Alford
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Hollywood Cole
Go
Aye, Hollywood, aye, Hollywood Cole
Go
[Verse 1]
You wanna know just where I'm at, well, lemme tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map, but lemme tell you 'bout it
They try to say I can't come back, hey, lemme tell you 'bout it
Man, fuck them ****, I come back, hey, lemme tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it
Hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
**** like, man, that's what everybody said
Go and pop the trunk, and now, everybody dead
Everybody scared of the ****, aware that the **** is better
All my bitches is pick of the litter, never bitter
**** is fake, they anime
Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, whoa
Eat the cake, bitch, eat the damn cake, uh
Fuck good, ****, we demand great
Order Domino's then she take off all her clothes
****, you know how it go, make the pizza man wait
The best-kept secret, even Hov try to keep it, then I leak the damn tape, uh
Rest in peace, any **** want beef
Secret service couldn't keep the man safe
[Refrain]
I said to the window, to the wall (To the wall)
My **** ride when I call (I call)
Got bitches all in my mind (My mind)
Fuck **** blockin' my shine (My shine)
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So every day, I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you, and you ain't me
[Chorus]
Get off my dick, whoa (Get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, whoa (Get the fuck off my dick, ****)
Get off my dick, whoa (Bitch, get the fuck off my dick)
Get off my dick, whoa
[Bridge]
Man, fuck them ****, I come home and I don't tell nobody
They gettin' temporary dough, and I don't tell nobody
Lord, will You tell me if I changed? I won't tell nobody
I wanna go back to Jermaine, and I won't tell nobody
This is the part that the thugs skip
[Verse 2]
Young **** never had love
You know, foot massage, backrub shit
Blowin' bubbles in the bathtub shit
That is, until I met you
Together, we done watched years go by
Seen a river of your tears go by
Got me thinkin' 'bout some kids, still I
Tell them hoes come through, the breakup
Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em
Won't be long 'fore you start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you're better off without 'em
Then in time, you will find can't walk without 'em
Can't talk without 'em, can't breathe without 'em
Came here together, you can't leave without 'em
So you walk back in, make a scene about 'em
On your Amerie, it's just one thing about 'em, it's called love
**** don't sing about it no mo'
Don't nobody sing about it no mo'
No mo'
It's called love
**** don't sing about it no mo'
Don't nobody sing about it no mo'
But every **** in the club singin'
[Refrain]
To the window, to the wall (To the wall)
My **** ride when I call (I call)
Got bitches all in my mind (My mind)
Fuck **** blockin' my shine (My shine)
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So every day, I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you, and you ain't me
Get off my dick
[Bridge]
But every **** in the club singin' (Singin' this song, yeah)
Got all the bitches in the club singin' (Singin' this song, yeah)
And all the mamas let they kids sing it (Sing this song, yeah)
The baby mamas and the mistresses (This song, yeah)
Song, yeah
Song, yeah
So-song, yeah
[Verse 3]
The makeup
This shit is retarded, goddamn
Why every rich Black **** gotta be famous?
Why every broke Black **** gotta be brainless?
Uh, that's a stereotype
Driven by some people up in Ariel Heights
Here's a scenario, young Cole pockets is fat like Lil' Terrio
Dreamville, give us a year, we'll be on every show
Yeah, fuck ****, I'm very sure
Huh, fuck the rest, I'm the best **** out
When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South
When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West, you contest? You can test
I'ma stretch **** out
Ooh, I'ma stretch **** out
That go for all y'all if I left **** out
This shit for everybody on my testicle
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho
Written by: Deongelo Holmes, Dwight Andrews, Eric Jackson, J. Cole, Jonathan Smith, Ron Gilmore
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