G.O.M.D.

[Intro] Hollywood Cole, go Ayy, Hollywood, ayy, Hollywood Cole, go My nigga 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 Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it Man, fuck them niggas, I come back Ayy, let me tell you 'bout it I wanna tell you 'bout it: Heads up, e'rybody run Cole outside and he say he got a gun Niggas like, "Man, that's what e'rybody said" (Uh-huh) Go and pop the trunk and now e'rybody dead E'rybody scared of the nigga, aware that the nigga is better (Better) All my bitches the pick of the litter (Yeah,) never bitter Niggas is fake, they anime Me, I never hate, get cake like Anna Mae, woah Eat the cake bitch, eat the damn cake (Cake), uh Fuck good, nigga, we demand great (Great) Order Domino then she take off all her cloth' Nigga you know how it go, make the pizza man wait (Hol' up! Hol' up! Hol' up!) The best-kept secret Even Hov tried to keep it then I leaked the damn tape, uh Rest in peace any nigga want beef Secret service couldn't keep the man safe [Refrain] I said, to the window, to the wall (To the wall) My nigga ride when I call (I call) Got bitches all on my mind (My mind) Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine) I know the reason you feel a lil way I know just who you wan' be So every day I thank the Man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me [Chorus] Get off my dick Woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick Woah (Get the fuck off my dick, nigga) Get off my dick (Bitch) Woah (Get the fuck off my dick) Get off my dick Woah [Bridge] Man, fuck them niggas, 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 [Interlude] This is the part that the thugs skip! [Verse 2] Young nigga never had love, you know Foot massage, back rub shit Blowin' bubbles in the bathtub shit That is until I met you Together we done watched 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 'fore you start to doubt 'em Tell yourself you're 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 Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (No more), no more It's called love Niggas don't sing about it no more Don't nobody sing about it no more (Nigga, don't sing about this shit, nigga) But e'ry nigga in the club singin' [Refrain] To the window, to the wall (To the wall) My nigga ride when I call (I call) Got bitches all on my mind (My mind) Fuck nigga blockin' my shine (My shine) I know the reason you feel a lil way I know just who you wan' be So every day I thank the Man upstairs That I ain't you and you ain't me [Bridge] Get off my dick But e'ry nigga in the club singin' Singin' this song, yeah Got all the bitches in the club singin' Singin' this song, yeah And all the mamas let their kids sing it Sing this song, yeah The baby mamas and the mistresses This song, yeah, song, yeah Song, yeah, song-song, yeah [Verse 3] The make up This shit is retarded Goddamn Why every rich Black nigga gotta be famous? Why every broke Black nigga gotta be brainless? Uh, that's a stereotype Driven by some people up in Aerial 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 nigga, I'm very sure Heh Fuck the rest, I'm the best nigga out When I'm back home, I'm the best in the South When I'm in L.A., I'm the best in the West You contest? You can test, I'ma stretch niggas out Ooh, I'ma stretch niggas out That go for all y'all if I left niggas out This shit for e'rybody on my testicle Please make sure you put the rest in your mouth, ho [Produced by J. Cole] [Directed by Lawrence Lamont]