[Intro: Rocky] You know this is a celebration bitches Grab a drink, a glass After that I grab ass
1: ASAP Rocky] Bitch I hustle day, you could check my resum Bad Spanish bitch, one kiss'll take breath away I could bag your in a broken down Chevrolet Swag through the talk and I ain't even decorate I was 21 when I my mom a condo A guitar and a gift card down at It's a cold winter when it's blowing past my Penthouse, top floor, window the gargoyle Performance down at Santos, suicide doors Paparazzi slide-shows, showers with the doors One night, five shows, two-seater, hoes closed, I can see them hating through the blindfolds Niggas better it if the business ain't the convo I'm all about my chicken nigga you could me Roscoe's If I wasn't I'd be probably flipping waffles I suppose God knows I been a snot-nose
x2] Get money every day (Every we celebrate) Get money every day (Every we celebrate) Bitch I every day (Every night we celebrate) Every we celebrate, Every night we celebrate
2: ASAP Rocky] Fuck is all the talk Fuck these niggas talking 'bout? I know it sucks cuz we the only thing to talk about I been to ATL, I seen how they walk it out Cali Walk it out, show 'em what New York about What these hating for? Fuck these niggas hating on? I'm what they debating for, I'm they been waiting on Out tryna take it slow but taking slow been taking long Know I'm on the paper trail I get my paper long I'm in the kitchen, catch me with my apron on And it's back to business, ASAP is where they And we on the grind, that's I get my paper long See your face every time you turn your cable on why your leggings on, face down ass out? Tylenol and got a nigga 'bout to pass out Catch me on a grind and now a 'bout to cash out Get money, cake, every night we celebrate
When the boys roll, up on the block we hustle, cuz we run the spot I'll be on my grind, every night 'Til the coffin close, and my off
I hit 'em up, my name's Shakur Count my dividends, I'm allergic to I hit 'em up, my name's Shakur Stack my paper up, I'm the law
I hit 'em up