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