My uncle Darrell Fields wrote the music, I heard it, wrote some music to it and the rest is history.

It’s C. V. O. you didn’t know? Now you know, I’m a pro, from the Mo. Holla at me Yo. Whooaahhh! I take foreign trips, I drive foreign whips I spend foreign chips, I leave foreign tips I rock foreign hips, I kiss foreign lips. If you’re drinkin’ haterade, then have another sip. (Repeat) Skip to my lieu, to my lieu I skip / you beat me at this that’s a trip. Why you on the tip? Suckers I will rip / 16 bars game over like Flip. I will sink your ship, keep my name off your lips / Act like a vice and go and get a grip. You are unequipped, I will never slip / I’m a 10 on the richter you’re just a little blip. Sing a little song, do a little dip / sing like Gladys bust a move like a Pip. But not Scottie Pippen, suckers be out here trippin’ / C.V.O be rippin’ and I keep the fly girls flippin’. Crips be out here crippin’, haters be out here sippin’ It’s 44s I’m tippin’ and it’s wood grain I’m grippin’./ Picassos in my driveway cause candy paint keep drippin’. It’s not a game, it’s not a picnic / I spit sick, somebody take me to the clinic. I’m sick wit it. Keep sippin’, keep sippin’, keep sippin’ haters keep sippin’ Keep sippin’, keep sippin’, keep sippin’ haters keep sippin’ And if you’re drinkin’ haterade then have another sip. I take foreign trips, I drive foreign whips I spend foreign chips, I leave foreign tips I rock foreign hips, I kiss foreign lips. If you’re drinkin’ haterade, then have another sip. (Repeat) Skip to my lieu, to my lieu skip you / you who would boo C. V. O. and his crew. Yes it is true, boy I thought you knew / I spit so sick, you’ll think I got swine flu. Achoo! Now what you gonna do/ when me and my crew come looking for you. Me and my friends push big body Benz / from MO City, Texas where we start the new trends. My girl is a 10, she’s thick not thin / You might date chickens, but we only date hens. Got a rose gold chain, a rose gold Brougham / A rose gold throne on rose gold chrome. Bought gold up in Egypt and gold up in Rome / my world is rose colored without Baush and Lomb. Ya'll beat me at this you must be trippin’ / if you’re drinking haterade then just keep sippin’. Keep sippin’, keep sippin’, keep sippin’ haters keep sippin’ Keep sippin’, keep sippin’, keep sippin’ haters keep sippin’ And if you’re drinkin’ haterade then have another sip.