[Intro]
(Ahhh) Cole World
(Ahhh) Southside
Can`t get enough, can`t get enough
(Ahhh) Eastside, Westside, worldwide
Ride out

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Now I ain`t got no kids yet, but this right here`s for practice
I hate to get the seats in the Benz wet, but that`s how good yo` ass is
Make an old man get his glasses, make Wesley pay his taxes
Then follow yo` moves all week on Twitter, prolly make a gay ni**a reconsider
You now rockin` with the best, mayne, dress game down to the sex game
Won`t brag, but the boy been blessed, mayne, let you play with the stick, Ovechkin
She calling, she texting, she`s falling, but lemme explain
Gotta tell your old boyfriend skate, girl, `cause a ni**a don`t play them ex games
No! Straight sexing, no handcuff or arresting
And I ain`t comin` offa my last name, `cause I really can`t take no stressing
`Bout where I done been, who I done hit, your homegirl sayin`, "He a bad boy"
But I`m signed to the Roc, no time for the gossip, bitch, put down them tabloids

[Hook: Trey Songz & J. Cole]
She said "I heard you got a main chick
A mistress and some hoes
You be up to no good
And everybody knows
My homegirls tried to warn me
They tried to let me know
But what you got, I need a lot
So I can`t let you go"

She said
"I, can`t get enough, can`t get enough"
(I-Need-That)
"I, can`t get enough, can`t get enough"
(I-Need-That)
"I can`t get enough of what you got
Good God, you hit the spot
Tried to let go but I just could not
So don`t you stop, I need that"

[Verse 2: J. Cole]
Hey, Globetrotter, Cole hotter, even way out in London town
Hoes holla `cause they love my sound, and I got love for the underground
Kweli, Pimp C, H-town where Bun get down
Met a bad bitch that`ll cut all night, that`ll suck all night, you just cut off lights
Almost missed my flight, tryna get my last little nut, all right?
She be down for whatever, whenever I wanna get up in the guts, all right?
Never fuss or fight, on the grind tryna find this lettuce
I love it when you give me head, I hate it when you give me headaches

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Hey, Cole World, baby, ain`t nothin` sunny
I see `em hatin`, but it ain`t nuttin` to me
I`m from the Ville, where they bang for the money
And carry fo`-fives like change for a twenty
So what I look like scurred?
Them ni**as over there look like nerds
Never mind that, girl, let`s make a track
I`ll beat the pussy up, that`s the hook right thurr
That`s the hook, right there
There`s the hook, right there
Never mind that, girl, let`s make a track
I`ll beat the pussy up, that`s the hook right thurr

[Hook]