Ohh it can't be

G.O.O.D. music, my Grammy family

Used to bump the demo up out of the Camry

Now I'm hoppin out the limo or either the Lam-B

But you niggaz gon' get in 'til you get to Miami

GLC gon' be Stone'd as Angie

I be Don C., Johnny Patron and me

It's a celebration bitches, more bottles of cham-p-aign

In love with the same stripper that +Sprung+ T-Pain

And all this Loius Vuitton shit ain't cheap, mayne

Dawg I can't keep, sayin

G.O.O.D. music, the greatest latest

Stuntin out the middle of nowhere like Vegas

From the Chi, the city of hella haters

Where we keep risin to the top like elevators

Hi haters, I'm back off hiatus

I feel just like you, I mean even I hate us

Turn the radio down, I mean every song

Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian

Used to hit the radio, them faggots ain't let me on

Until Khaled turned up the volume

Hit the club with it, c'mon homie they whylin

Nas done told you, c'mon homie "We Major"

Really Doe done told you hoes where we stayin

G.O.O.D. music up in this bitch now quit playin

(Ohh ohh ohhhhh) Dawg it can't be

G.O.O.D. music, the Grammy family

A little bit of somethin flickin dawg it ain't deep

I'm only tryin to spend what they claim you can't keep

Before you die so I make sure I (ohh ohh ohhhhh)

Stay on the Southside like Lakeshore Drive (la-la la la la-lahhh)

The Grammy family (la-la la la la-lahhh)





Uh, uh, uh (la-la la la la-la)

Geah, uh, uh (la-la la la la-la la lahhh)

It's the Cons fool, word (ohh ohh ohhhhh)



Oh no it can't be

G.O.O.D. music, my Grammy family

Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry

Now we hoppin out the limos or either the Lam-B

And after music meetings with Eva or Angie

They gon' probably add a joint that got John Legend and me

And we, be in Miami

So when they spot me and Bentley it's gon' be a stampede

Cause we be racin Bentleys no different than Grand Prix's

Fam please, don't make my man squeeze

Or we can take it to the clubs and I'll show you the hand speed

I started independent with owners from Landspeed

But now they recognize the way they did for Sam Sneed

And since I got my shot like I was callin man B

I hope they lose they spot and guarantee a Plan B

We'll be waitin in the telly like Jamie and Fancy

Probably paintin they nails in nothin but they panties

And we'll be Uptown like Jimmy and Cam B

Headed to the game to watch Kenyon and Camby

They can't breathe or hardly catch they next breath

And I know my nigga 'Ye told you we was the best dressed

I know I got a buzz so plan up the next step

So what y'all wanna do when it comes to that next check?

And bet 'Quence and Khaled know what the business is

So open up them envelopes, you know who the winners is





Ohh ohh ohhhhh (the Grammy family)

La-la la la la-lahhh, la-la la la la-lahhh

La-la la la la-lahhh, la-la la la la-la la lahhh

So on Grammy night

Call it G.O.O.D. family night

Celebrate tonight, ohh it's all right

It's all riiiiiight, yeah