J. Cole - Cost Me a Lot lyrics
J. Cole [Jermaine Lamarr Cole] Frankfurt, Germany/Fayetteville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇩🇪 🇺🇸
[J. Cole - Cost Me a Lot lyrics]
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)
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
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
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
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
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
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
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)
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
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
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
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
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
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