A$AP Rocky - Celebration lyrics
A$AP Rocky [Rakim Athelaston Mayers] Harlem, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[A$AP Rocky - Celebration lyrics]
You know what this is
It's a celebration bitches
Grab a drink, grab a glass
After that I grab your ass
Bitch I hustle every day
You could check my resumé bad Spanish bitch
One kiss'll take your breath away
I could bag your girl in
A broken down Chevrolet swag do the talkin'
I ain't even gotta decorate
I was 21 when I bought my mom a condo
A guitar and a gift card down at Costco's
It's a cold winter when it's
Blowing past my goggles
Penthouse, top floor
Window with the gargoyle
Performance down at Santos
Phantom suicide doors paparazzi slide-shows
Showers with the slide doors
One night, five shows, two-seater, five hoes
Eyes closed
I can see them hating through the blindfolds
Niggas better switch it if the
Business ain't the convo
I'm all about my chicken nigga
You could call me Roscoe's
If I wasn't spitting I'd
Be probably flipping waffles
I suppose God knows I coulda been a snot nose
DAMN
Get money every day
(Every night we celebrate)
Get money every day
(Every night we celebrate)
Bitch I hustle every day
(Every night we celebrate)
Every night we celebrate
Every night we celebrate get money every day
(Every night we celebrate)
Get money every day
(Every night we celebrate)
Bitch I hustle every day
(Every night we celebrate)
Every night we celebrate
Every night we celebrate
Fuck is all the talk about?
Fuck these niggas talking 'bout?
Shit I know it's us cuz we
The only thing to talk about
I been down to ATL
I seen how they walk it out
Cali Crip Walk it out
Show 'em what New York about
What these niggas hating for? Fuck
These niggas hating on?
I'm what they debating for
I'm what they been waiting on
Out there tryna take it slow but
Taking slow been taking long
Know I'm on the paper trail until
I get my paper long when I'm in the kitchen
Catch me with my apron on
And it's back to business
A$AP 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
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
When the boys roll, pull up on the block
Still we hustle, 'cause 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
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
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 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
A$AP 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
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
When the boys roll, pull up on the block
Still we hustle, 'cause 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
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