J. Cole - Midas Touch (Rihanna Reference) lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, yeah That new Rihanna sh** That new Rihanna sh** Look [Chorus] That new Rihanna sh** bump b**hes in the back don’t like me though, why? I don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them b**hes would fight me though, why? [Verse 1] I guess they know that I’ll cut a b**h Boy, I’m already paid, getting money for the f** of it I’m on some other sh** So if you fly, what am I? Do that make me the mother-sh** Beat me up ho, they wanna see a n***a down Take his crown, we be up doe, yeah we be up ho! Now hit the ground, bow down to the sound Good God [Chorus] That new Rihanna sh** bump b**hes in the back don’t like me though, why? I don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them b**hes would fight me though, why? [Verse 2] I guess they know that I’ll cut a ho Yeah I cleaned up good but I’m still out to get her though Don’t forget this sh** You gotta problem? Then meet me outside if you with the sh** I’ve seen where the players sit A couple racks gone just to see ‘Bron hit the layup, sh** I be on some n***a sh** But b**h, I’m way past n***a-rich Good God [Chorus] That new Rihanna sh** bump b**hes in the back don’t like me though, why? I don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them b**hes would fight me though, why? [Hook] I guess they know Heard she hating though, feel no ways I ain’t f** with that b**h, no way Said that sh** to my face, no way Bet we shut down the place, no way b**hes stuntin’ on me, no way They ain’t f**ing with me, no way Price of fame, it ain’t cheap, no way I don’t check the receipt, no way [Verse 3] Cole World, used to stay off his dick I sold out the Garden, I should play for the Knicks Took a couple minutes and I sold out Staples A n***a getting cream like an old-a** Laker But I ain’t come to talk about all that paper That’s what they talk about when they ain’t got sh** to say Can’t understand why n***as never got sh** to do You know they sayin’ same sh**, n***a, different day I never felt that, no way Cuz on the same day a n***a doing different sh** Spit different flows, hit different chicks Let my bricks and hoes see me fishing chips Why I do a lot of shows, I’m the sh** that’s it Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists Never sent you to the hoes, word to Cliff and Chris If I f** six b**hes I got six a**ists [Chorus] That new Rihanna sh** bump b**hes in the back don’t like me though, why? I don’t know, they wanna be just like me though, why? I bet you none of them b**hes would fight me though, why? [Hook] I guess they know Heard she hating though, feel no ways I ain’t f** with that b**h, no way Said that sh** to my face, no way Bet we shut down the place, no way b**hes stuntin’ on me, no way They ain’t f**ing with me, no way Price of fame, it ain’t cheap, no way I don’t check the receipt, no way That new Rihanna sh** bump That new Rihanna sh** bump