This Missy collab features Cole talking about the ladies and wondering about his girl’s “number”. Maybe he should talk to Anna Faris.

The first verse of this song is widely considered one of J Cole’s best.… Read More [Intro: J. Cole]

Hey, oh yeah

Uh, Cole world

Uh, oh yeah

[Verse 1: J. Cole]

Yeah, this is for all the fans that waited, the bitch niggas that hated

Old hoes we dated, look, Mama, we made it

Your son out in Barbados, cheese, eggs, and potatoes

Smokin' weed on the beach as my mind workin' like Plato's

Analyzin' the world, fantasizin' 'bout girls

I'm handin' diamonds and pearls, and vandalizin' her curls

Sweatin' her weave out, moans as she breathes out

Fuck I'm doin' in parties with Hova and Steve Stoute

I step over piranha, death over dishonor

They killin' niggas for J's, that's death over designer

Hey, Cole heatin' up like that leftover lasagna

Remember when I used to be stressed over D'wana

Now a nigga only text and get stressed over Rihannas

I'm talkin' tens and better, hood bitches in Timbs and sweaters

And we always argue 'bout the same thing

And tell me, why we gotta argue 'bout the same thing, same thing

Well

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]

Nobody's perfect, uh

Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh

Hey, but you're perfect for me

Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay)

Nobody's perfect, ay

Hey, but you're perfect for me

We rollin', we ridin'

He like to go inside and

I love to go all night and

We rock the boat, Poseidon

I love to call your name, name, name

Yeah, baby, I love to call your name, name, name, ay

[Verse 2: J. Cole]

Oh yeah, to my college girl: Take the weekend off and come home soon

I graduated way too long ago to be sneakin' all in your dorm room

But that thing tight like Fort Knox

So I call you when the tour stops

But baby, where your roommates?

Did you make sure the door's locked?

She love it when we get together

Smoke a little weed but her shit together

Now that I'm on I can pick and choose

Only fuck with hoes who got shit to lose

Yeah, I heard the stories 'bout different dudes

Her man on campus, but it's fine by me

She say she only fucked like four–five niggas

So you know you gotta multiply by three

[Chorus: Missy Elliott]

Nobody's perfect, uh

Nobody's perfect, ay ay, uh

Hey, but you're perfect for me

Nobody's perfect, uh (Ay, ay, ay)

Nobody's perfect, ay

Hey, but you're perfect for me

We rollin', we ridin'

He like to go inside and

I love to go all night and

We rock the boat, Poseidon

I love to call your name, name, name

Yeah, baby, I love to call your name, name, name, ay