Lyrics:

Oh, I welcomed you over, baby, don't mind them
That's just my family, you know, they like to have a good time
They taylored baby
Oh, you brought some friends too?
Sweet, we just like to cookout
You know, drink a lil bit, smoke a few (huh)
It's more than music you niggas think it's nothing at all
Got your bitch on my line, and she wishin' I call
Told her "Look in 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 this hundred dollars spent you know
You never been so I guess not
They sleepin' on a nigga like truckers at truck stops
From a dollar so I guess this what the buck stops
Pull up like hm, 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
You know you rock it with the best little mama
Them other niggas they cool, hey
Until I pull up the sucka players
Suck 'em from the Taylors, and they like ooh, lay
Until a green light, that's the only way I go
Baby you welcome to the cook out
That's if you wanna go, yeah
I'm just drinkin', creepin', smoking while I'm rappin'
Bitch that's chiefin' while I'm speaking in the deep end
Got my feet in, plus all my niggas stacking
Don't know what you niggas 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
And fashion niggas say I'm light years past these niggas
Who wanna grind? Who got it locked?
Go ahead and ask these niggas
Who want my shine? I'm way too bougie for these nasty niggas
I'm rolling up my trees and passed the weed right past these niggas
'Cause you got all your moves from me but you ain't ask me nigga
You know you rock it with the best little mama
Them other niggas they cool, hey
Until I pull up the sucka players
Suck 'em from the Taylor's, and they like ooh, lay
I tell her green light, that's the only way I go
Baby you welcome to the cook out
That's if you wanna go, yeah
Told her uh "Don't spill my liquor bitch"
They got a cold, I'll be on some sicker shit
Like bless you niggas 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 niggas 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 player's ball
You ain't invited 'cause you ain't playin at all
Your bitch getting loose off a cup of juice
I ain't gotta lie, shit you see the truth
It's proof
You know you rock it with the best little mama
Them other niggas they cool, hey
Until I pull up the sucka players
Suck 'em from the Taylors, and they like ooh, lay
I tell her green light, that's the only way I go
Baby you welcome to the cook out
That's if you wanna go, yeah