Cole World, South side

Can't get enough, can't get enough

East side, West side, worldwide, ride out 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 your ass is

Make an old man get his glasses,

Make Wesley pay his taxes

Then follow your moves all week on Twitter,

Probably make a gay nigga reconsider

You now rocking with the best man,

Dress game down to the *** game

Won't brag, but the boy been blessed mane,

Let you play with the stick, Ovechkin

She calling, she texting,

She's falling, but let me explain

Gotta tell your old boyfriend skate girl

Cause a nigga don't play them ex games

Nope! Straight ***ing no handcuff or arresting

And I ain't coming offa my last name

Cause I really can't take no stressing

'Bout where I done been, who I done hit,

Your home girl saying, "He a bad boy"

But I'm signed to the Roc,

No time for the gossip, bitch, put down them tabloids [Chorus]

She said, "I heard you got a main chick, a mistress and some hoes

You be up to no good and everybody knows

My home girls 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" Hey, Globetrotter,

Cole hotter even way out in London town

Hoes holla 'cause they love my sound

And I got love for the underground

Kwali, Pimp C, H-town where Bun get down

Met a bad bitch 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 [Chorus] 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 pussy up, that's the hook right thurr

That's the hook, right thurr

There's the hook, right thurr

Never mind that, girl, let's make a track

I'll beat the pussy up, that's the hook right thurr [Chorus]