[Intro: J. Cole]
Plane just landed, Heathrow, hop off the G4 standard
We see a opp, it's G-code, we blow his top, now he's volcanic
Please don't panic over my lingo, both of my feet so planted
Gold wedding ring on my finger, but yet I'm still killin' 'em singlehanded

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Drum on the gun like I'm Ringo
I'm in this bitch with no chain like I'm Django
We from the ends where they know that they can't go
She go both ways so I'm tastin' the rainbow (Uh)
Yummy, they got no more bread, they're crummy
The same way that Melo was starin' at Rih is the way that I stare at the money
I'm ready to risk it, all if I lift it, bet I won't miss it, you a statistic
Thought shit was sweet 'til we popped up and popped off the top of your Mistic
I go ballistic
Hopped out the drop, got the drop on an opp, now I'm opportunistic
I like to shop in the District
Coppin' this, coppin' that, I'm proper capitalistic
Dreamer, Dreamer runnin' the game in my signature trainers
Balenciaga for joggers, I might just wear Crocs at the O2 arena
Splendid, got no limits, should have a tank on my pendant
Blokes goin' broke tryna keep up with Cole, but I make it back soon as I spend it
Maybach tinted, "'Scuse me, sir, but ain't that rented?"
I'm offended, straight cash for my Benzes, we don't pay back interest
Aim at fences when I swing, pay respects and kiss my ring
Even Elizabeth said I'm king, haha (Well he's bloody well right, isn't he? Haha)
Why would I choose between this one or that one
When I know that I can have both?
I laugh at these rappers for cappin'
I guess T.I.P. ain't the only one out here with jokes
Mans don't want smoke
I just don't understand
I don't even think they should be allowed to breathe the same air as him if you asked me
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert & Tyler, The Creator]
Uh (Skrrt, cool), double C on my feet
Double G on my freak, Louis V by my briefs
She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (Leave, Woah)
She try save all the plates but keep eatin' my meat
We can't see none of 'em grow, she keep eatin' my seeds (Woo)
Got a E and a B on the back of the seat
See I'm done with the 12, got a V16 (Uh)
Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true
The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you
Can't think about the last time that I text you
It's probably when sidekicks had them belt loops
Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh
So what's mine is yours (Woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 3: Jaden Smith]
What you call an icon livin'?
Start a record label, MSFTS just did it (Woo)
Nylon cover, five minutes, woah
We up too hot in the business (Woo)
'Bout to make a movie independent (Woo)
Need new trucks, Independent (Woo)
I need you to listen to the vision (Woo)
All your verses sound like dirty dishes (Gross)
I'm about to clean 'em in the kitchen (Woo)
And we making money by the minute (Woo)
I'm about to do it way different (Godly)
I am just an icon living
I am not a Mayan, I'm a menace (Menace)
It's wild, you can lie like a professor
I don't got the time to put you on the stretcher (Stretcher)
I am here and I'm still flexing (Flexing)
I am just an icon living
Start a record label, MSFTS just did it, woah
I'm Highsnob, cover five minutes, woah
We are so hot in the business (Woo)
Last verse was before the award show (What?)
Icon tatted on my torso (Huh?)
Me and Moi dipping in the Porsche, so what?
I ain't even take it on tour, so what?
Uh, damn—last girl signed the divorce, so what?
Now I'm focused and we 'bout to all blow up
We just tryna make the whole crowd go nuts (What?)
Look, we don't know no one like you (Huh?)
Gold grills and you dance like Michael (What?)
No I's, MSFTS; no typos (Woo)
Look, wait—we just wanna make you go psycho (Go psycho!)
Put a hundred thousand dollars in a Bible (Woo)
I took the game with my eyes closed
[Refrain: Flo Milli]
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Flo Milli shit)

[Verse 4: Flo Milli]
You never dated a chocolate bitch (Pretty)
You want a model bitch off of the internet (Internet)
All that ki-ki-ki'n', I ain't into that
All my mini-me's, I invented that, facts
Long-ass weave flow down my back (Forty inch)
I want a pitcher wit' a baseball bat (Swing)
Hoes don't like when I talk like that
Please don't bark 'cause Milli bite back
I huff then I puff then I blow shit down (Ooh)
Stand-up bitch, ho, go sit down (Damn)
Put your ear on my coochie, hear this ocean sound (Uh)
(I fuck once) Boy, you old dick now
You got money 'cause you on dicks
Milli got milli's 'cause Milli got hits (I got hits)
You pop pimples, ho, I pop shit
You can talk like this when you really that bitch (Uh, yeah)
[Refrain: Flo Milli]
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Wow)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Yeah)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Huh)
Feelin' myself, I'm conceited (Huh)