[Intro]
 (Ahhh) Cole World
 (Ahhh) Southside
 Can’t get enough, can’t get enough
 (Ahhh) Eastside, Westside, worldwide
 Ride out

 [Verse 1: J. Cole]
Now I ain’t got no kids yet, but this right here’s for practice
I hate to get the seats in the Benz wet, but that’s how good yo’ [bad word] is
Make an old man get his glasses
 Make Wesley pay his taxes
Then follow yo’ moves all week on Twitter
Probably make a [bad word] [bad word] reconsider
You now rocking with the best, mayne, dress game down to the  game
 Won’t brag, but the boy been blessed, mayne
Let you play with the stick - Ovechkin
 She calling, she texting, she’s falling, but lemme explain
Gotta tell your old boyfriend skate, girl, ’cause a [bad word] don’t play them ex games
 No! Straight ing, no handcuff or arresting
And I [bad word] offa my last name, ’cause I really can’t take no stressing
‘Bout where I done been, who I done hit
 Your homegirl saying, “He a bad boy”
 But I’m signed to the Roc
 No time for the gossip, [bad word]  put down them tabloids

 [Hook: Trey Songz & J. Cole]
She said “I heard you got a main chick
 mistress and some hoes
 You be up to no good
 And everybody knows
 My homegirls tried to warn me
 They tried to let me know
 But what you got, I need a lot
 So I can’t let you go”

She said
 “I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
 (I-Need-That)
 “I, can’t get enough, can’t get enough”
 (I-Need-That)
 “I can’t get enough of what you got
 Good God, you hit the spot
 Tried to let go but I just could not
 So don’t you stop, I need that”

 [Verse 2: J. Cole]
 Hey, Globetrotter, Cole hotter
 Even way out in London town
 Hoes holla ’cause they love my sound
And I got love for the underground
 Kweli, Pimp  H-town where Bun get down
 Met a bad [bad word] that’ll cut all night, that’ll suck all night, you just cut off lights
Almost missed my flight, tryna get my last little nut, all right?
 She be down for whatever, whenever I wanna get up in the guts, all right?
 Never fuss or fight, on the grind tryna find this lettuce
I love it when you give me head
 I hate it when you give me headaches

 [Hook]

 [Verse 3: J. Cole]
Hey, Cole World, baby, ain’t nothing sunny
I see ‘em hating, but it ain’t nothing to me
I’m from the Ville, where they bang for the money
And carry fo’-fives like change for a twenty
 So what I look like scurred?
Them niggas over there look like nerds
Never mind that, girl, let’s make a track
 I’ll beat the [bad word] up, that’s the hook right thurr
 That’s the hook, right there
 There’s the hook, right there
 Never mind that, girl, let’s make a track
 I’ll beat the [bad word] up, that’s the hook right thurr

 [Hook]