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Song title: J. Cole - Fitted Cap

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Beat billionaire

[Rick Ross]
You know I stick to the script
Twenty-million dollar nigga, but I do it like this

(M-M-M-Maybach Music, Maybach Music)

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Wuh!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, itéˆ¥æªš all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, Iéˆ¥æª“ fuckinéˆ¥witéˆ¥the Spikes

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce, itéˆ¥æªš all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, Iéˆ¥æª“ fuckinéˆ¥witéˆ¥the Spikes
Wale

[Wale - Verse 1]
Yeah, uh
Ferrari mics, bitch, Iéˆ¥æª“ on my car show
My chick black and white, she ainéˆ¥æª› no dime, that bitch a Concorde
11 know Iéˆ¥æª“ reppinéˆ¥this, shoot and I donéˆ¥æª› ever miss
The coupe Iéˆ¥æª“ in is rented, I ainéˆ¥æª› witéˆ¥all that commitment shit
P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when Iéˆ¥æª“ shoppinéˆ¥br>My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
Thatéˆ¥æªš some nigga from 10.deep ATL, Iéˆ¥æª“ witéˆ¥the cooker
I ainéˆ¥æª› eéˆ¥æªˆn tryinéˆ¥ fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
And Titoéˆ¥æªš my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and
Itéˆ¥æªš ironic how I drop some dough when I got them Homer Simpsons, look
Pine-green Foams, they may never see the store
Got LeBron Entourages like Maverick and Richie Paul
Bitch, I ball, ho, you lame, look at my Laneys, switchinéˆ¥lanes
Look at my 9s, look at my Blazers, look at my 4s, cut witéˆ¥laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my floéˆ¥ makinéˆ¥yéˆ¥æªƒll crazy
Makinéˆ¥yéˆ¥æªƒll sick, yéˆ¥æªƒll cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
Salute

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), itéˆ¥æªš all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, Iéˆ¥æª“ fuckinéˆ¥witéˆ¥the Spikes
Meek Mill

[Meek Mill]
Yo
I said Iéˆ¥æª“ swagginéˆ¥out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
And my wrist froze, but Iéˆ¥æª“ cool shaéˆ¥ like a bald head, Iéˆ¥æª“ too paid
Iéˆ¥æª“ too blazed, and Iéˆ¥æª“ too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
Itéˆ¥æªš MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around witéˆ¥like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fenéˆ¥on me
Donéˆ¥æª› grin on me witéˆ¥them long stares, you ainéˆ¥æª› God unless no fear
Big money, all the hoes, HD, I came so clear
We jeweled out and we racked up, Phantom big when it back up
Big Boy, look like a Mack truck, shooters ride witéˆ¥that Mac tucked
Iéˆ¥æª“ a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
On this shit, I canéˆ¥æª› stand up, country Ks as I man up
This Rozay, Wale, Gunplay, and that nigga Pill
In Brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
One week and we get the deal, one day and I fucked the bitch
My Levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce (Huh!), itéˆ¥æªš all white (Huh!)
Foamposites, the LeBrons, Iéˆ¥æª“ fuckinéˆ¥witéˆ¥the Spikes

[J. Cole]
Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
Thatéˆ¥æªš that nigga, so whatéˆ¥æª‡ I say? They okey-dokinéˆ¥br>How you figga? You fuckinéˆ¥witéˆ¥me? I hope he jokinéˆ¥br>Iéˆ¥æª“ witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
Iéˆ¥æª“ oviedosinéˆ¥ ay, homie, Kobe smokinéˆ¥br>Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gonéˆ¥need lotion
Iéˆ¥æª“ slowly roastinéˆ¥ heatinéˆ¥up, so you know we toastinéˆ¥br>Fuck hoes witéˆ¥no emotion, fade away like Kobe postinéˆ¥br>Out in Sweden, like ainéˆ¥æª› shit that you canéˆ¥æª› tell us
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
éˆ¥æ¥¥ause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldnéˆ¥æª› cop éˆ¥æ¦šm
Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wannéˆ¥æª› a option
Now we livinéˆ¥much better, nigga, pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about éˆ¥æ¦šm forever
My kicks like my chick, I donéˆ¥æª› need to know the numbers
You just need to know Iéˆ¥æª“ cominéˆ¥ Iéˆ¥æª’l kill you niggas this summer
Cole

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
The Rolls-Royce, itéˆ¥æªš all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, Iéˆ¥æª“ fuckinéˆ¥witéˆ¥the Spikes

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