J. Cole - Cost Me a Lot Lyrics

What can I do?
It's cost me a lot
It's cost me a lot (nigga, this shit right here, nigga)
It's cost me a lot (nigga, this shit right here?)
(Shit homie) it's cost me a lot (shit homie)
It's cost me a lot (nigga, this shit right here, nigga)
It's cost me a lot (nigga, this shit right here?)
It's cost me a lot (hey)
It's cost me a lot (hey)

Just one of them days, a nigga feel like flossin'
A Stone Cold Stunner, bitch, I'm Steve Austin
Cool as Drew Brees, I'm blowin' a few Gs
Just to hear them hoes say that he's awesome
He's awful, yeah, remember when ya fronted on me
Pulled up beside 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
Buyin' out the bar, 'cause I feel like this it's shit I gotta prove
Last year the cashier told me my card was not approved
Now I'm tippin' 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 livin' just like them niggas you see on TV
V.I.P, feel like this club oughta thank me
I hit the bar so y'all can see me ballin', HD

(It's cost me a lot)
Big chains, big whips with wood grain
(It's cost me a lot)
My God, watch make mama think someone might rob
(It's cost me a lot)
Fast life until 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?)

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 takin' off
Don't wanna meet Aaliyah but yet I can't take it off
'Cause how I'm supposed to shine right 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 five hundred years of swellin', I'm tryna tell 'em
Jacob the Jeweler is cooler now that he a felon
Jay put a stamp on the nigga but wouldn't mail him
If he couldn't sell him, so what that tell him, huh?
My chain heavy and my bitches look very thorough
Must be the money like Deion with the Jheri curl
White Range, call that motherfucker Larry Bird
I got 'em hangin' on to every word

(It's cost me a lot)
Big chains, big whips with wood grain
(It's cost me a lot)
My God, watch make mama think someone might rob
(It's cost me a lot)
Fast life until 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?)