Oh, it can't be G.O.O.D music my Grammy Family

Used to bump the demo up outta 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 stoned as Angie

I be Don C, Johnny Patrone and me

It's a celebration, bitches, more bottles of champaign

I ain't in love with the same stripper that sprung T

Pain and all this Louis Vuitton *** ain't cheap, man 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 of 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 wit it come on homie they wildin'

Nas done told you come on homie we major

Really Doe told you hoes where we stayin'

G.O.O.D music up in this bitch now quit playin' Dawg, it can't be G.O.O.D. music the Grammy Family

A little bit a stuntin', 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 stay on the Chi side

Like Lake Shore Drive, The Grammy Family It's the Cons fool, word 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 limo or either the Lam B

And after music meeting wit evenings with Angie It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me

And we be in Miami so when they spot me in Bentley

It's gon' be a stampede 'cuz we be racin' Bentleys

No different than Grand Prix's Fam please, don't make my man squeeze

And we can take it to the cars and I'll show you the hand speed

I started independent with owners from land speed

But now they recognize the way they did for Sam Sneed And since I got my shot like I was call and man be

I hope they lose they spot guarantee a plan B

We'll be waitin' in the telly like Jamie and Fancy Prolly paintin' they nails in nuthin' but they panties

And we'll be up town Jimmy and Camby

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 ya'll 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 The Grammy Family

On Grammy night call it G.O.O.D. family night

Celebrate tonight, oh, it's alright, it's alright, yeah