| My niggas goin' in, time to celebrate
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| All we do is win, so we celebrate
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| Police is on the way cause we celebrate
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| We do this everyday when we celebrate
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| Diamonds off of my jewels
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| Shoes matching my range
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| Ridin' round with that Nina
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| Rick James in my veins
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| You ain’t all in your toss
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| You ain’t stackin' no chips
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| You ain’t spendin' no money mane
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| You ain’t rockin' like this
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| Hand on the bottle, I’m wide asleep
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| Then lost the bitches, can’t find my keys
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| The place is empty, smell like a lot of weed
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| But that’s what happens when niggas be on their Charlie Sheen
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| Spade bottles, drink moscato I hate models, it’s hood bitches
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| Back woods and moly poppin', addicted to this hood livin'
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| Gold teeth, gold chains that magnum rappers so gold mane
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| If being black with money is the tracks then I’m the soul train
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| Ridin' round and I’m gettin' it, on my dime Cornelius nigga
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| Ain’t no head in my pack, me and my niggas all on this splendid
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| Hit them mall, lead em all, go get cases of liquor
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| Phone a couple of bitches, then we gon' get explicit
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| My niggas goin' in, time to celebrate
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| I’m known in the MO and I got hell to pay
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| But this molly kickin' in and it’s hella stray
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| I swear to God it feels like I can levitate
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| Out my body, KC Tea’s that’s Hennessy with that sprite nigga
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| Lemon squeeze, nigga please, I’ve been off all nights nigga
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| Five racks of that liquor, ten racks of that 'caine
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| That’s fifteen racks of two things, got five more till they came
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| All my niggas got felonies, nobody square in my camp
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| But everybody celebrities that street credit is on Namp
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| Fly whips, fly chips it’s G4 you tripms
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| Pussy, weed and alcohol these ghetto boys so menage
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| Cool in the game when we celebrate
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| Doing my thing in the «show me» state
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| Having my change and I know you hate
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| That’s how I’ll be feeding off y’all for motivation
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| So when you see me, you know I’m a star
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| No more struggle, that’s on my momma
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| Everyday throughtout the week I got a different car
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| I said «Everyday throughtout the week I got a different car»
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| Gettin' paper like kinko’s, Black Gold at its best nigga
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| Stacking money like a bricks fold
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| Got steep pockets on deck, nigga
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| So when you see me — bow your head
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| Cause it’s royalty in the flesh nigga
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| Kutt Calhoun, MVP now where the fuck is my check nigga? |