Fitted Cap (feat. J Cole) (feat. J Cole)

Fitted Cap (feat. J Cole) (feat. J Cole)

Wale

Beat billionaire

You know I stick to the script
Twenty million dollar nigga, but I do it like this

Maybach Music, Maybach Music

[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, it's all white
Foamposites, the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes

My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
My Jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (Woo!)
The Rolls-Royce, it's all white (How can I not talk big? I got to)
Foamposites (Wale!), the LeBrons, I'm fuckin' wit' the Spikes
Wale

Yeah, uh
Ferrari mics, bitch, I'm on my car show
My chick black and white, she ain't no dime, that bitch a Concorde
Eleven know I'm reppin' this, shoot and I don't ever miss
The coupe I'm in is rented, I ain't wit' all that commitment shit
P-R-Ps is proper, couple Gs when I'm shoppin'
My girls and my SBs, got a thing for pink boxes
Shout out Frankie the Butcher, shout out Mishka in Brooklyn
That's some nigga from ten deep ATL, I'm wit' the cooker
I ain't even tryin', fool, ho, I ball like private school
You bammas like Hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
And Tito's my niggas, you know just we just need more shit and
It's 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, switchin' lanes
Look at my nines, look at my Blazers, look at my fours, cut wit' laser
Look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo', makin' y'all crazy
Makin' y'all sick, y'all cannot tame me, Lexus drive me, Maybach pay me
Salute

[Chorus]

I said I'm swaggin' out in my Cool Greys, no LL, but these cool Js
And my wrist froze, but I'm cool sha', like a bald head, I'm too paid
I'm too blazed, and I'm too high, George Kush, the whole crew high
Wrong move and that tool fly, better Kon that ass like Wu-sai
It's MMG, MOB, young nigga, I been OG
Walk around wit' like ten on me, that five seven, that fen' on me
Don't grin on me wit' them long stares, you ain't 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 wit' that Mac tucked
I'm a Bad Boy, bitch, ask Puff, Simpson-Rodgers, my last cup
On this shit, I can't 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 five o one, my snapback is hella bent

[Chorus]

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open
That's that nigga, so what'd I say? They okey-dokin'
How you figga? You fuckin' wit' me? I hope he jokin'
I'm witcha girl, you home alone, bitch you Macauley Culkin
I'm oviedosin', ay, homie, Kobe smokin'
Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon' need lotion
I'm slowly roastin', heatin' up, so you know we toastin'
Fuck hoes wit' no emotion, fade away like Kobe postin'
Out in Sweden, like ain't shit that you can't tell us
Lord, forgive me, as a kid, I used to look at niggas jealous
'Cause uh, they had them Js, and my mama wouldn't cop 'em
Can you blame her? Hundred dollars for them bitches wann't a option
Now we livin' much better, nigga, pay whatever
Rock them bitches once then forgot about 'em forever
My kicks like my chick, I don't need to know the numbers
You just need to know I'm comin', I'll kill you niggas this summer
Cole

[Chorus: x2]

Written by ROBERTS, WILLIAM / AKINTIMEHIN, OLUBOWALE VICTOR / COLE, JERMAINE / WILLIAMS, ROBERT / COOKE, SHAMANN
Published by Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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