"Who Dat?" lyrics

Who dat, who dat? Huh
Who dat, who dat? Hey
Who dat, who dat? Hey

Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waiting for
I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago
Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it, I ain't hating though
'Cause now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan' hoes
And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions
Wishing for air conditioning, feeling God was never listening
Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention?
Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission
Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it
Real niggas celebrate it, finger-fuck whoever hate it
My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn
Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned
Live life, might as well, only way to learn
Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn
So if you're selling crack, or if you're selling rap
Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on trailing back

Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
So don't worry 'bout my motherfucking name
I got 'em saying
Who dat, who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? Huh, I got 'em saying
Who dat, who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? Hey

The mind state of a winner
When you thinking 'bout summertime I'm thinking 'bout the winter
When you thinking 'bout breakfast I'm heating up my dinner
I was plotting this moment back when y'all was riding spinners
Now I'm a menace, God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup
Hungry like a nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet
Clown told me, "Ain't you Roc? Well, where the fuck your chain at?"
Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet
The man make the chain, chain don't make the man
How many niggas do we know with hella ice, but yet they lame?
The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same
It's like we all headed to Spain
They took the boat, I took the plane, damn
That boy sick, now hoes on his joystick
Heating up like May weather, dog I'm on that Floyd shit
Boy, stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well, they lied
Is that your girl? Well, I just G'd her, no A-Rod

Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
So don't worry 'bout my motherfucking name
I got 'em saying
Who dat, who dat? Huh
Who dat, who dat? I got 'em saying
Who dat, who dat? Cole World

Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole?

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good
A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood
Ay, me? I'm fresh prince, I'm Will Smith to the hood
Baby
Ain't saying names but we not the same
All that money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame
Might want to grab you a chain, want to tip up your hat
Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, "Hold that."
Boy, I'm picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak
Hey, so anything you can do I can do better
And any chick you can screw I can get wetter
I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
Bet your bottom dollar 'fore I'm done
They say that I'm the one
Yeah nigga I'm the one, ha, I got 'em saying

Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
So don't worry 'bout my motherfucking name
I got 'em saying
Who dat, who dat? Cole World
Who dat, who dat? I got 'em saying
Who dat, who dat? J. Cole
Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga

Fayettenam, hoo
Cole World nigga, hey, Dreamville
Cole World nigga, J. Cole