Certified (I’m Good) lyrics

[Intro: J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar]
I told the girl you got one chance
And b*tch you better not f*ck this up
Wassup? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Hey, certified (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
pus*y, pus*y, pus*y (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Certified

[Chorus: J. Cole]
pus*y flipper, hottest n*gga on the scene
Money maker, get the paper, sell the scene
Don't make me take her, I'll put your b*tch up on a ten
We never haters, ayy lil' n*gga do ya thing

[Refrain: J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar]
You good? (I'm good)
You good? (I'm good)
You good? (I'm good)
You good?

[Hook: J. Cole]
I smell 'em hatin' over there, but I don't really care
I'm starin' b*tches in they facе, who wanna be a millionaire?

[Verse 1: J. Cole]
This that quick on my toe sh*t, that switch up my flow sh*t
Swish thе whip that I drove to go, then go and pick up my hoes
I mean, chicks that I bone, the ones with sticks up they noes
And now they strip from they clothes, I slide 'em di*k and I roll
I never discuss my past, I never mention my goals
I only run given gos, no time to uplift they souls
My bank statement ain't got enough zeros
There's way to many hoes gettin' saved by you heroes
I just hit the casino, made a movie, Tarantino
Had two b*tches, one a paralegal, other barely legal
ID say she twenty one, so b*tch you very legal
f*ck that missionary, girl, we save that sh*t for married people, girl
Married people, scream so loud you scaring people, girl
Ain't yo momma tell you not to stare at people, girl?
But you was grilling me, it's safe to say you feeling me
If you give me some Monica, don't run and go to Hillary
[Chorus: J. Cole]
pus*y flipper, hottest n*gga on the scene
Money maker, get the paper, sell the scene
Don't make me take her, I'll put your b*tch up on a ten
We never haters, ayy lil' n*gga do ya thing

[Refrain: J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar]
You good? (I'm good)
You good? (I'm good)
You good? (I'm good)
You good?

[Hook: J. Cole]
I smell 'em hatin' over there, but I don't really care
I'm starin' b*tches in they face, who wants be a millionaire?

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Okay, I'm in this b*tch, then in your b*tch, for no apparent reason
She's innocent and intimate, she's everything I'm needing
Hol' up, in this b*tch, then in your b*tch, for no apparent reason
Apparently y'all pussies and y'all parents say y'all bleedin'
I say, one time for the deejay
Two time for the freeway that I left you on
'Cause I got home with horsepower on relay
Torch cowers and porch flowers'll
Go to her va-jee-jay 'cause that pus*y so
Ooh, I can sell that thing on eBay
Don't try this at home, don't try this alone
More violence 'cause I beat it, then she hollered she gone
Hol' up, don't try this at home, don't try this alone
More violence 'cause I beat it, then she hollered she gon' eat it
Ménage à trois, is quite a try, Ho got two fat asses
Give me seven vodka shots, and two hour glasses
Pull them panties to the side, I can show you magic
I'll make you disappear like my last trick
You know I'm certified
[Chorus: J. Cole]
pus*y flipper, hottest n*gga on the scene
Money maker, get the paper, sell the scene
Don't make me take her, I'll put your b*tch up on a ten
We never haters, ayy lil' n*gga do ya thing

[Refrain: J. Cole & Kendrick Lamar]
You good? (I'm good)
You good? (I'm good)
You good? (I'm good)
You good?

[Hook: J. Cole]
I smell 'em hatin' over there, but I don't really care
I'm starin' b*tches in they face, who wants be a millionaire?