Grammy Family DJ Khaled (Ft. Consequence, John Legend & Kanye West)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
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 niggas gon' get in 'til you get to Miami
GLC gon' be stoned 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 Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap, mane
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, come on, homie, they wildin'
Nas done told you, come on, homie, we major
Really Doe done told you hoes where we stayin'
G.O.O.D. Music up in this bitch, now quit playin'