Released: September 24, 2011
Featuring: Wiz Khalifa
Songwriter: Wiz Khalifa Chevy Woods
Producer: Big Jerm
[Intro: Chevy Woods]
How y'all doing tonight?
Sweet
I'd like to welcome you all
To the Cookout
But I guess, um, if you in the building... you've been invited
I'm the master chef, this is my homeboy... Chevy Woods
[Hook: Chevy Woods]
I know I did some things that's wrong
But still... you gots to love me
So tell them haters they can keep on hating on
Cause I know... they gots to love me
[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
I got my carry on and ticket, my plane number
735 doin a hundred, getting weeded while I drive
Bet your bitch be trying to kick it, that's word from my homie
Get a shovel if you dig it
I show her Mr. Perfect, just to hit it over dinner
She fucking with them vets, see them rings and we winners
They rookies over there, you say you dont fuck with beginners
You see, all these diamonds got you thinking of winter, and that's cold
Game for you, let me roll a plane for you
No room for your drive, how I hug the lane on you
With no motorcycle, just my taylor guys
They smiling in our face, but hate it all inside
We just keep it cool and throw some pimping on
And ride to some shit we did last night uh
So cool, so fly, so taylor, am I?
I'm high, why ask? Or die
[Hook: Chevy Woods]
I know I did some things that's wrong
But still... you gots to love me
So tell them haters they can keep on hating on
Cause I know... they gots to love me
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, tell 'em all, fuck 'em all
I'm in some shit, I don't know how much it costs
In the game, play it hard
Them haters just trying to catch one of my balls
Not only selling out tours, I be shutting down malls
My iPhone is full of important calls
Soon as I get on a song, I turn the booth to a star
And start shitting on niggas properly getting them figures
Got so much gin in my liver, doctors say I need a break
I'm rolling lots of weed and dropping cheese on real estate
These niggas always say they real, but they ain't real they fake
And I ain't never gave a fuck about they feelings
I just say tell 'em all, fuck 'em all
These niggas lame they don't get no trust at all
In the game, play it hard
When niggas send some shots your way, you won't duck em all, yeah
[Hook: Chevy Woods (Wiz Khalifa)]
I know I did some things that's wrong
(And I'm not talking about bullets either, man, I don't advocate violence)
But still... you gots to love me
(We hooping, nigga! Yeah)
So tell them haters they can keep on hating on
(Keep talking, you bitch, you)
Cause I know... they gots to love me
[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
And you don't love it, your muh'fucking kids love it too
That's real shit
You can't escape this, man
Stop trying
It's like tryna outrun your shadow
We right on your heels, nigga, look down
Hahahahahaha
Fucker!
How y'all doing tonight?
Sweet
I'd like to welcome you all
To the Cookout
But I guess, um, if you in the building... you've been invited
I'm the master chef, this is my homeboy... Chevy Woods
[Hook: Chevy Woods]
I know I did some things that's wrong
But still... you gots to love me
So tell them haters they can keep on hating on
Cause I know... they gots to love me
[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
I got my carry on and ticket, my plane number
735 doin a hundred, getting weeded while I drive
Bet your bitch be trying to kick it, that's word from my homie
Get a shovel if you dig it
I show her Mr. Perfect, just to hit it over dinner
She fucking with them vets, see them rings and we winners
They rookies over there, you say you dont fuck with beginners
You see, all these diamonds got you thinking of winter, and that's cold
Game for you, let me roll a plane for you
No room for your drive, how I hug the lane on you
With no motorcycle, just my taylor guys
They smiling in our face, but hate it all inside
We just keep it cool and throw some pimping on
And ride to some shit we did last night uh
So cool, so fly, so taylor, am I?
I'm high, why ask? Or die
[Hook: Chevy Woods]
I know I did some things that's wrong
But still... you gots to love me
So tell them haters they can keep on hating on
Cause I know... they gots to love me
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, tell 'em all, fuck 'em all
I'm in some shit, I don't know how much it costs
In the game, play it hard
Them haters just trying to catch one of my balls
Not only selling out tours, I be shutting down malls
My iPhone is full of important calls
Soon as I get on a song, I turn the booth to a star
And start shitting on niggas properly getting them figures
Got so much gin in my liver, doctors say I need a break
I'm rolling lots of weed and dropping cheese on real estate
These niggas always say they real, but they ain't real they fake
And I ain't never gave a fuck about they feelings
I just say tell 'em all, fuck 'em all
These niggas lame they don't get no trust at all
In the game, play it hard
When niggas send some shots your way, you won't duck em all, yeah
[Hook: Chevy Woods (Wiz Khalifa)]
I know I did some things that's wrong
(And I'm not talking about bullets either, man, I don't advocate violence)
But still... you gots to love me
(We hooping, nigga! Yeah)
So tell them haters they can keep on hating on
(Keep talking, you bitch, you)
Cause I know... they gots to love me
[Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
And you don't love it, your muh'fucking kids love it too
That's real shit
You can't escape this, man
Stop trying
It's like tryna outrun your shadow
We right on your heels, nigga, look down
Hahahahahaha
Fucker!