J. Cole — Cost Me a Lot

[Intro (Sampled): Billie Holiday (J. Cole)] What can I do? It’s cost me a lot It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here nigga) It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here?) (Shit homie) It’s cost me a lot (Shit homie) It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here nigga) It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here?) It’s cost me a lot (Hey) It’s cost me a lot (Hey) [Verse 1] Just one of them days, a nigga feel like flossin’ A Stone Cold Stunner, bitch, I'm Steve Austin Cool as Drew Brees, I’m blowin' a few Gs Just to hear them hoes say he’s awesome He’s awful, yeah remember when ya fronted on me Pulled up beside me in that big body and stunted on me Or when the bouncer just announced that it was bottle service only Then he kicked me out the line, yeah he punted on me Well look, I’m back, bitch, back with an attitude Buyin' out the bar, 'cause I feel like this the shit I gotta prove Last year the cashier told me my card was not approved Now I’m tippin' the server a hundred to show my gratitude Easy, told you I’d be back baby, I guess you ain't believe me Now I’m living just like the niggas you see on TV VIP feel like this club oughta thank me I hit the bar so y’all can see me ballin’, HD [Refrain] It’s cost me a lot Big chains, big whips with wood grain It’s cost me a lot My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob It’s cost me a lot Fast life and till the gas light Copped the type of shit you couldn’t get at half price It’s cost me a lot Look but don’t touch motherfucker, think twice It’s cost me a lot [Hook] Now I don’t love no material things But I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that Damn, how, how, how, how he do that Now I don’t love no material things But I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that Damn, how, how, how, how he do that [Verse 2] Knee deep in the game, my chain heavy Somebody get the pilot and ask is the plane ready To handle all the weight on my shoulders we takin' off Don’t wanna meet Aaliyah but yet I can’t take it off 'Cause how I’m supposed to shine without the proper bling Remember when I did a show with Waka Flocka Flame Felt naked 'cause the boy rocked about a thousand chains Guess we rock a lot of ice 'cause we got a lot of pain Thats five hundred years of swellin', I’m tryna tell 'em Jacob the Jeweler is cooler now that he a felon Jay put a stamp on the nigga but wouldn’t mail him If he couldn't sell him, so what that tell him, huh? My chain heavy and my bitches look very thorough Must be the money like Deion with the Jheri curl White Range, call that motherfucka Larry Bird I got em hangin' on every word [Refrain] It’s cost me a lot Big chains, big whips with wood grain It’s cost me a lot My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob It’s cost me a lot Fast life and till the gas light Copped the type of shit you couldn’t get at half price It’s cost me a lot Look but don’t touch motherfucker, think twice It’s cost me a lot [Hook] Now I don’t love no material things But I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that Damn, how, how, how, how he do that Now I don’t love no material things But I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that Damn, how, how, how, how he do that