[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
It's more than music you n***as think it's nothing all
Got you bitch on my line is she wishin I call
Total looking the sky, baby wish on a star
Ain't no mission impossible cause my mission accomplished
Ya now rocking with the most underrated
But your main girls favorite
So, she's invited to a Taylor Gang event
All the champagne poppin
All the 100 dollars spent you know
You never been so I guess not
They sleepin on a n***a like truckers at truck stops
From a dollar so I guess this what the buck stops
Pull up like hmmm I need it off the car lot
My diamonds say a lot I don't talk too much
The wide face big sort of like hockey puck
What up full gang a couple cool chains
TGOD that's how I do thangs

[Chorus: Chevy Woods]
You know you rock it with the best little mama
Them other n***as they cool
Until I pull up the sucka players suck em from the Taylors
And they like uuh, layy
Until a green light, that's the only way I go
Baby you welcome to the cook out
That's if you wanna go ya
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I'm just drinkin creeping
Smoking while I'm rapping bitch
That's cheifin' while I'm speaking in the deep end
Got my feet in
Plus all my n***as stacking don't know what you n***as thinking
Brought a couple friends I brought a couple friends so you should meet them
You tired I got some pajamas for you to sleep in
I'm rockin Balenciaga the models all give me proper's
In fashion n***as say I'm light years passing n***as
Who wanna grind who got it locked
Go ahead and ask these n***as who want my shine
I'm way too boojie for these nasty n***as
I'm rolling up my trees and passed the weed right past these n***as
Cause you got all your moves from me but you ain't ask me n***a

[Chorus: Chevy Woods]
You know you rock it with the best little mama
Them other n***as they cool
Until I pull up the sucka players suck em from the Taylors
And they like uuh, layy
Until a green light, that's the only way I go
Baby you welcome to the cook out
That's if you wanna go ya

[Verse 3: Chevy Woods]
Don't spill my liquor bitch
They got a cold I'll be on some sicker shit
Like bless you n***as who hated on me
I got that car she in the bed she waiting on me
Tryin something yeah you would get a hollow head
Let the town talk Chevy get a lot of bread
I'm really bout it and you just playing games
My n***as got a lot of years and they ain't sayin names
I just pull up on some Taylor shit
Gator shit old school player shit
Just to look in your eye you on some hater shit
Cause I'm on my grind on some Big Jerm skater shit
Poor some more cups it's the players ball
You ain't invited cause you ain't playin at all
You bitch getting loose off a cup of juice
I ain't' gotta lie shit you see the truth
It's proof
[Chorus: Chevy Woods]
You know you rock it with the best little mama
Them other n***as they cool
Until I pull up the sucka players suck em from the Taylors
And they like uuh, layy
Until a green light, that's the only way I go
Baby you welcome to the cook out
That's if you wanna go ya