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