J. Cole - Who Dat (best lyrics) Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waitin\u0027 for I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it I ain\u0027t hating though \u0027Cause now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan\u0027 hoes And she can\u0027t tell the difference, I been through hell conditions Wishing for air conditioning, feeling God was never listening Now I\u0027m 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 Life live, might as well, only way to learn Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn So if you\u0027re selling crack, or if you\u0027re selling rap Make sure it\u0027s mean so them fiends keep on coming 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\u0027t worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin\u0027 Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? Hey, the mind state of a winner When you thinking about summertime I\u0027m thinking about the winter When you thinking about breakfast I\u0027m heating up my dinner I was plotting this moment back when y\u0027all was riding spinners Yeah I\u0027m a menace, God as my witness, with this pen I\u0027m insane, yup Hungry like the nigga who ain\u0027t got the taste of fame yet Clown told me, \u0022Ain\u0027t you Roc? But where the fuck your chain at?\u0022 Guess it\u0027s something like your girl, nigga it ain\u0027t came yet The man make the chain, chain don\u0027t 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\u0027s like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I took the plane, damn That boy\u0027s sick now hoes on his joystick Heating up like May weather, dog I\u0027m 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\u0027d 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\u0027t worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin\u0027 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\u0027all ain\u0027t took a field trip to the hood And me? I\u0027m fresh prince, I\u0027m Will Smith to the hood Baby, ain\u0027t saying names but we not the same All the money and the fame don\u0027t 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, \u0022hold that\u0022 Want 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\u0027m young, black, gifted, live my life on the run Bet your bottom dollar before I\u0027m done They say that I\u0027m the one, ya nigga I\u0027m the one I got them 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\u0027t worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them sayin\u0027 Who dat, who dat? J. Cole Who dat, who dat? Cole World nigga Cole World nigga Dreamville, Cole World nigga J. Cole