Bring Em In

[Bridge] I wasn't looking for you I wasn't searching I wasn't creeping around I wasn't lurking I wasn't sleeping around I wasn't thirsting But, I got a thang for you I got a thang for you [Verse 1: J Cole] You on ya job, and it's damn sure workin' Say she ain't a ho but she far from a virgin When it's time to cut, I'm somethin' like a surgeon I do my thang for you Hey, baby girl you gotta trunk, I might put you in valet Way you stretching make a man think I put you in ballet If I'm sliding through ya city, I need you to dial me And how much my niggas smoke reminding you of Friday I can take you to DC introduce you to Wale You can look all through my phone as long as you don't call Jay Is it cool to parle, we can do this all day Just me and you off in my room, we call this do the hard way, hard way! [Hook] I put it down Any spot, any city that I'm in Let the bad girls know we run the town So pick up that cellphone and Tell a friend, to tell a friend I put it down Any spot, any city that I'm in Let the bad girls know we run the town And my niggas blow trees like the wind So tell a friend, to bring a friend Bring em in (x4) And if they all bad You can bring em in We take it to the grrr! It's just you, me, and them [Verse 2: J Cole] Now bring ya ass over here A nigga tryna take you home like a souvenir One in a million, girl you lookin' like the new Aaliyah And ah, I got a thang for ya, I got a thang for ya A stewardess and yet you flew the leer Cause you fly as hell shawty walking through the air Game cold like the toes on a polar bear And ah, I do my thang for ya Now baby girl if looks can kill then you catchin' bodies How I'm stretching you, guess no need to go get pilates When I'm sliding through ya city, meet me in the lobby And you put that thang up on me like you tryna rob me Can I hit it in the morning? while you moaning probably Got you sweating now you gettin' wet as a tsunami We can do this all day, treat it like a hobby But if I tell you get to stepping like you Pam and Tommy Don't mind me, I put it down [Hook] [Verse 3: J Cole] Did I meet you for a reason or for a season Or either the night of ya life at the Four Seasons Whisper to ya home girls you love Cole World Cause his flow thorough I give you a few more reasons Not because his verse or cause I can buy purse you know The type of shit that your man can only purchase on the first And not because he faker than turf softer than Nerf footballs I got his girl's lip gloss all on my girth Because I'm so clever better than ho-eva The coldest nigga even when wearin' like four sweaters Well versed, well rehearsed, the go getter These broke niggas got good dressing and no lettuce (Ahhhh) You would think niggas would know better It's 0-11, you would think niggas would flow better I know you so fed up, and so I had to blow and I ain't talking coke header I won't let up [Hook]