text: Who dat, who dat?
  Who dat, who dat?
  Who dat, who dat?
  Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waiting for
  I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago
  Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it I aint hating though
  Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan hoes
  And she cant tell the difference, I been through hell conditions
  Wishing for air conditioning, feeling God was never listening
  Now Im on television, and did I fail to mention?
  Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission
  Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it
  Real niggas celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it
  My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn
  Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned
  Live life, might as well, only way to learn
  Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn
  So if youre selling crack, or if youre selling rap
  Make sure its mean so them fiends keep on coming back
  Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
  Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
  Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
  So dont worry about my motherfucking name
  I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World
  Who dat, who dat? I got them saying
  Who dat, who dat? Cole World
  Who dat, who dat?
  Hey, the mind state of a winner
  When you thinking about summertime Im thinking about the winter
  When you thinking about breakfast Im heating up my dinner
  I was plotting this moment back when yall was riding spinners
  Yeah Im a menace, God as my witness, with this pen Im insane, yup
  Hungry like the nigga who aint got the taste of fame yet
  Clown told me, “Aint you Roc? But where the fuck your chain at?”
  Guess its something like your girl, nigga it aint came yet
  The man make the chain, chain dont make the man
  How many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame?
  The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same
  Its like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I took the plane, damn
  That boys sick now hoes on his joystick
  Heating up like May weather, dog Im on that Floyd shit
  Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well, they lied
  Is that your girl? Well, I just Gd her, no A-Rod
  Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
  Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
  Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
  So dont worry about my motherfucking name
  I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World
  Who dat, who dat? I got them saying
  Who dat, who dat? Cole World
  Who dat, who dat?
  Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole?
  The little engine that could, this little nigga is good
  Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good
  A couple of yall aint took a field trip to the hood
  And me? Im fresh prince, Im Will Smith to the hood
  Baby, aint saying names but we not the same
  All the money and the fame dont change the fact that you lame
  Might want to grab you a chain, want to tip up your hat
  Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack
  I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, “hold that”
  Want picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak
  Hey, so anything you can do I can do better
  And any chick you can screw I can get wetter
  Im young, black, gifted, live my life on the run
  Bet your bottom dollar before Im done
  They say that Im the one, ya nigga Im the one
  I got them saying
  Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
  Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
  Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame
  So dont worry about my motherfucking name
  I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World
  Who dat, who dat? I got them saying
  Who dat, who dat? Cole World
  Who dat, who dat?