J. COLE - Cost Me A Lot Lyrics


[Chorus:]

What can I?

It's cost me a lot

It's cost me a lot

It's cost me a lot

It's cost me a lot

It's cost me a lot

It's cost me a lot



[Verse 1: J Cole]

Just one of them days

A nigga feel like flossin'

A Stone Cold Stunna, victim Steve Austin

Cool as Drew Breeze, I'm blowing a few G's

Just to hear them hoes say he's awesome

He's awful, yeah remember when ya fronted on me

Pulled up beisde 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

Buying 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 tipping 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 feeling like this club oughta thank me

I hit the bar just so y'all can see I'm ballin', HD



[Chorus:]

(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)



[Verse 2: J Cole]

Uh, 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 taking 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

That's 5 hundred years of selling, I'm tryna tell em

Jacob the Jeweller is cooler now he a felon

Jay put a stamp on the nigga but wouldn't nail him

If he could'ntsell him, so what that tell him huh?



My chain heavy and my bitches look very thorough

Must be the money like dealing with the Jerry curl

White Range, call that Motherfucker Larry Bird

I got em hanging on every word



[Chorus]
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