Produced by J.Cole
Directed by Lawrence Lamont

Intro
Hollywood Cole, go
Ay Hollywood, ay Hollywood Cole, go
My n***a done went Hollywood

Verse 1
You wanna know just where I'm at, well let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map but let me tell you 'bout it
They tryna say I can't come back, ay let me tell you 'bout it
Man fuck them n***as I come back, ay let me tell you 'bout it
I wanna tell you 'bout it:hands up, everybody run
Cole outside and he say he got a gun
N***as like "Man that's what everybody said"
Go and pop the trunk and everybody dead
Everybody scared of the n***a, aware that the n***a is better
All my bitches the pick of the litter, never bitter
N***as is faker than anime
Me I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah
Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake
Fuck good n***a we demand great
Order Domino's and she take off all her clothes
N***a you know how it goes, make the pizza man wait
The best kept secret
Even Hov tried to keep it and I leaked the damn tape
Rest in peace any n***a want beef
Secret service couldn't keep the man safe
Pre-Hook
I said to the window, to the wall
My n***a ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck n***a blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me

Hook
Get off my ****, woah
Get the **** off my ****
Get off my dick, woah
Get the fuck off my dick n***a
Get off my ****, bitch, woah
Get the **** off my ****
Get off my **** woah

Verse 2
Man fuck them n***as 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
Young n***a never had love
You know, foot massage, back rub shit
Blowing bubbles in the bathtub shit
That is until I met you
Together we done watch 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 break up
Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about 'em
Won’t be long before you start to doubt 'em
Tell yourself you 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 1 thing about 'em
It's called love, n***as don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more, no more
It's called love, n***as don't sing about it no more
Don't nobody sing about it no more
N***a I don't sing about this shit no more
But every n***a in the club singing
Pre-Hook
To the window, to the wall
My n***a ride when I call
Got bitches all in my mind
Fuck n***a blocking my shine
I know the reason you feel the way
I know just who you wan' be
So everyday I thank the man upstairs
That I ain't you and you ain't me

Bridge
Get off my dick
But every n***a in the club singing
Singing this song yeah
Got all the bitches in the club singing
Singing this song yeah
And all they mamas let their kids sing it
Sing this song yeah
The baby mamas and the mistresses
Sing this song yeah, song yeah
Song yeah, song song yeah

Verse 3
The make up
This shit is r******, goddamn
Why every rich black n***a gotta be famous
Why every broke black n***a 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 n***a I'm very sure, heh
Fuck the rest, I'm the best n***a out
When I'm back home I'm the best in the South
When I'm in LA I'm the best in the West
You contest? You can test, I'mma stretch n***as out
Oooh I'mma stretch n***as out
That go for all y'all if I left n***as out
This shit for everbody on my testicles
Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho