Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Celebration, artist - A$AP Rocky.
Date of issue: 17.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Celebration |
You know what this is |
It’s a celebration bitches |
Grab a drink, grab a glass |
After that I grab your ass |
Bitch I hustle every day, you could check my resumé |
Bad Spanish bitch, one kiss’ll take your breath away |
I could bag your girl in a broken down Chevrolet |
Swag do the talkin', I ain’t even gotta decorate |
I was 21 when I bought my mom a condo |
A guitar and a gift card down at Costco’s |
It’s a cold winter when it’s blowing past my goggles |
Penthouse, top floor, window with the gargoyle |
Performance down at Santos, Phantom suicide doors |
Paparazzi slide-shows, showers with the slide doors |
One night, five shows, two-seater, five hoes |
Eyes closed, I can see them hating through the blindfolds |
Niggas better switch it if the business ain’t the convo |
I’m all about my chicken nigga you could call me Roscoe’s |
If I wasn’t spitting I’d be probably flipping waffles |
I suppose God knows I coulda been a snot-nose |
DAMN |
Get money every day (Every night we celebrate) |
Get money every day (Every night we celebrate) |
Bitch I hustle every day (Every night we celebrate) |
Every night we celebrate, Every night we celebrate |
Fuck is all the talk about? |
Fuck these niggas talking 'bout? |
Shit I know it’s us cuz we the only thing to talk about |
I been down to ATL, I seen how they walk it out |
Cali Crip Walk it out, show 'em what New York about |
What these niggas hating for? |
Fuck these niggas hating on? |
I’m what they debating for, I’m what they been waiting on |
Out there tryna take it slow but taking slow been taking long |
Know I’m on the paper trail until I get my paper long |
When I’m in the kitchen, catch me with my apron on |
And it’s back to business, ASAP is where they belong |
And we on the grind, that’s until I get my paper long |
See your nigga’s face every time you turn your cable on |
Mami why your leggings on, face down ass out? |
Tylenol and codeine got a nigga 'bout to pass out |
Catch me on a grind and now a nigga 'bout to cash out |
Get money, hella cake, every night we celebrate |
When the boys roll, pull up on the block |
Still we hustle, cuz we run the spot |
I’ll be on my grind, every night dawg |
'Til the coffin close, and my lights off |
I Hit 'Em Up, like my name’s Shakur |
Count my dividends, I’m allergic to poor |
I Hit 'Em Up, like my name’s Shakur |
Stack my paper up, I’m above the law |
I Hit 'Em Up |