Midas Touch (rihanna Reference) Lyrics - J. Cole

[Intro] 

Ayy, yeah 

That new Rihanna shit 

That new Rihanna shit 

Look 

[Chorus] 

That new Rihanna shit bump 

Bitches 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 bitches would fight me though, why? 

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[Verse 1] 

I guess they know that I'll cut a bitch 

Boy, I'm already paid, getting money for the fuck of it 

I'm on some other shit 

So if you fly, what am I, do that make me the mothership? 

Beat me up ho, they wanna see a nigga 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 shit bump 

Bitches 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 bitches would fight me though, why? 

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[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 shit 

You gotta problem? Then meet me outside if you with the shit 

I've seen where the players sit 

A couple racks gone just to see 'Bron hit the layup, shit 

I be on some nigga shit 

But bitch, I'm way past nigga rich 

Good God 

[Chorus] 

That new Rihanna shit bump 

Bitches 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 bitches would fight me though, why? 

[Hook] 

I guess they know 

Heard she hating though, feel no ways 

I ain't fuck with that bitch, no way 

Said that shit to my face, no way 

Bet we shut down the place, no way 

Bitches stuntin' on me, no way 

They ain't fucking 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 nigga getting cream like an old-ass Laker 

But I ain't come to talk about all that paper 

That's what they talk about when they ain't got shit to say 

Can't understand why niggas never got shit to do 

You know they sayin' same shit, nigga, different day 

I never felt that, no way 

Cuz on the same day a nigga doing different shit 

Spit different flows, hit different chicks 

Let my Brixton hoes feed me fish n' chips 

Why I do a lot of shows, I'm the shit that's it 

Got suicidal doors, I just slit my wrists 

Never sent you to the hoes, word to Cliff and Chris 

If I fuck six bitches I got six assists 

[Chorus] 

That new Rihanna shit bump 

Bitches 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 bitches would fight me though, why? 

[Hook] 

I guess they know 

Heard she hating though, feel no ways 

I ain't fuck with that bitch, no way 

Said that shit to my face, no way 

Bet we shut down the place, no way 

Bitches stuntin' on me, no way 

They ain't fucking with me, no way 

Price of fame, it ain't cheap, no way 

I don't check the receipt, no way 

That new Rihanna shit bump 

That new Rihanna shit bump