Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Big K.R.I.T., J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar Album: Kiss the Ring Song: They Ready Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ FLash [Intro] DJ KHALED! [J. Cole] And you know it don't stop, grindin 'round that clock Mastermindin my second album my first album just dropped Scored a touchdown on my first down niggaz thought I was gon' flop See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops And we still duckin cops, ride around and take shots Hennessy for my enemies, niggaz know I'm takin they spot Cause that score up on the play clock, show just how I came from way back Just like T-I-P told you +ASAP+ but you niggaz rappin like Aesop Get a grip - oh that's your dream car? Nigga that's my old whip Oh that's your dream girl? Nigga that's my old bitch Oh that's your new flow? Nigga that's my old shit This that new K.R.I.T. shit, that Cole shit, them country niggaz [Chorus: Cole] One for the money, two for the show Three for them hoes sayin anything goes They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever I been around the world, twice to be exact Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back They say they ready for whatever! They say they ready for whatever [Big K.R.I.T.] Yo crew Shorty look what we got, my bass beat and it knock Got the old school in my old school 'bout to post up on yo' block Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped Well I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain't slammin doors on they drop Y'all niggaz too young to remember how to the south used to be but I'm not So when it come to snappin Cadillacs, +SpottieOttieDopaliscious+ y'all pop You thought +Krit Wuz Here+ and +R4+ were the shit, bitch wait 'til my album drop Say that's yo' new car? Nigga that's my old slab Say that's yo' new bitch? Nigga that's my old stab Oh that's yo' new flow? That shit sound so trash This that new K.R.I.T. shit, that Cole shit, them country niggaz [Kendrick Lamar] Hold up.... but don't forget about Compton nigga One for the money, two for the show Three for +No Limit+ and the rest for +Death Row+ That means I been +Bout It Bout It+ and this is the realest shit I ever wrote And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow and I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that's not the instrumental Now pick up my coat You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I'll drag yo' ass to the floor Bitch I can admit, I'm a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is Tellin the doctor I'm sick, head doctor I'm needing your lips, yea Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won't ignore it, yea Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that's when I switched - gears Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp 'til I break it, uh Bitch I'm demandin respect, these bitches is tellin me take it DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holdin the torch ain't no challenge Ain't it? [Chorus]