Invitation

Yeah

I bet you got champagne wishes, huh

Nice tape, cool settings

That's kinda what this is baby

Yeah (yeah, yeah)

Huh

I heard you got champagne wishes

You ain't worried 'bout your ex-man, good

'Cause I keep it on the night stand, hood

Ask a nigga from around the way

Though my jewels on turn it to a brighter day, yeah

Top off on the sunset

Take your girl from you nigga, would you want that

Straight player shit, I be on my G

See my partner that's what she wanna be

I'm getting money, and I sold my cousin V

Gotta bet bitch rolling up a tree

Her eyes green and she wanna go with me

So I kick a little game, hit her with some Palm tree, ah

A couple lines for the nighttime situation

I got 'em touch, girl so I feel 'em hating

And now I really kill long as you know

Baby we go'n climb up the Pluto, you know

Tell me when's the last time

You seen some niggas do it like we do?

We do, we do, we do

We do, we do, we do

I know you heard is a good gal, gal

You can call your friends n' bring 'em through

Through, through, through

Through, through, through

Yeah

And they know I'm dressed

So tailored

Hello neighbors

I'm chilling on a table, rolling flavors

Everything clean, so you know it's papers

Hello haters, do me a favor

Watch how I keep it cool with you bitch

I here gettin' it on the road to getting rich

No vows on the O's that I used to pitch

I used to corner store huggy 'n a bag of chips

Now my nigga is selling out and I'm right there

I swear every night I wanna shed a tear

But I just pour another cup and roll another one

Know from the bottom, that's where we came from

To everybody that helped me down, you're looking now

Welcome to the motherfuckin' Cookout