Ladies

[Intro: J. Cole]

Yeah, hey, look

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

When she talks, she's so close-minded

All she wanna do is shop, she's so clothes-minded

Wanna cop the latest 'fore them other hoes find it

Material girl yet somehow I don't mind it

Probably 'cause she so fine it'll blow your mind

She black and Pocahontas, laid back and blow that chronic

Ass so fat, wanna tat my logo on it

So any other nigga that a tap will know it's mine

I put in work overtime

Let me cut, mow the lawn, guarantee I blow your mind

She tried to play me 'til she learned I wrote a rhyme

"That's that nigga from the Ville that I heard that Hova signed

The rap form Lebron, oh, girl, that boy the bomb

No chain around his neck, but better watch out for the charm"

You're not my daughter, um, but you can be my baby

Summertime, wintertime, any time, we looking for them ladies

[Chorus: J. Cole]

Yeah, ayy with your fat-ass booty and your pretty-ass weave

Yeah, now I ain't tricking, but I got a couple tricks under my sleeve

Yeah, now clap your hands one time if you know you look good

Yeah, now if you from the suburbs or the hood

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Yeah, ayy, look

She said, "I got a man," well, baby, I don't give a fuck

See, me, I understand and I ain't tryna split you up

Okay, give me your number and later I'ma hit you up

If you sleep, I'll get you up, ride over and pick you up

If it's clean, I'll lick you up, yeah, do you research

I'll rock that ass to sleep and have you sleeping in my t-shirt

Just came home from getting my South Beach on

You know I ran the streets like a dog without a leash on

She tryna get her freak on, come hop up on this ski jet

You scared of that water or you just scared to get your weave wet?

Barely got your feet wet, yes, I know where we headed

Tryna see you throw it back, let's check your reflexes

Good Lord, didn't know what I was in for

You could be my cuddy buddy, baby, what are friends for?

I speed up the tempo, them other niggas lazy

Can't fuck with nothin' younger than the '80s

I'm grown and I'm looking for some ladies

[Chorus: J. Cole]

Ladies, yeah, with your fat-ass booty and your pretty-ass weave

Yeah, it ain't no tricking, but I got a couple tricks under my sleeve

Hey, and clap your hands one time if you know you look good

Yeah, look, now if you from the suburbs or the hood

I'm lookin' for some

[Outro: Lee Fields]

Hey, girl, what's your name?

Oh, wow, you look so nice

I know your man is satisfied

Ayy, young lady, what's your name?

Oh, wow, I know your man is pleased all the way down to his knees

And what's your name?

Tell me, I know your man is worried

About where you are tonight, huh

Well, ladies, all of you ladies

All over the world

I want you to help me sing this, here we go

Ladies

Beautiful ladies

Oh, ladies

All you ladies

Beautiful ladies