Don Trip - Celebration Station lyrics

Yeah, yeah (DTdaKidd)
Yeah (Beat those drums)

We don't get to party 'til the money's all
Made and the bills is all paid
If the babies ain't ate
Why the fuck we celebrate?
I ain't sleep, if my eyes closed, bitch
I'm meditate when my plug dropped the bomb
Watch how quick I detonate
I'm so impatient, all I see is dollar signs
Maybe I need LASIK
Shawty got too cocky for the team
I had to waive her
You gotta be strapped to ride with me, here
Sign the waiver check my pockets
Look like I'm all out of fucks and favors

Wait, nothing left to give 'em from my pantry
You know I'm a beast in Chefry's kitchen
Gordon Ramsay
I throw on a suit, still got my pistol
Meyer Lansky all my bitches killing shit
I feel like Charlie Manson
Longest man standing, no, they can't stand me
I took all the rocks they threw
At me and built a mansion
My daughter Chloe came and asked me
"How do I get paid?"
I said, "Daddy's like a bulldozer
I'm gon' make a way"
If you good at something
Don't do it for free
If there's money in it, that does it for me
Wait, everything but that is obsolete
Fuck your exposure, bitch
My babies gotta eat
Wait, fuck you thought this was?
I can't walk inside no bank and
Pay my mortgage with your love
Got it out the mud
Too much dirt to scrub, I said fuck the club
I went found a plug
Now I got pounds inside my subs
Now I got cash inside my drawers
I'm prayin' my mama don't know what I'm doin'
All this grass in mama kitchen
I'ma need a lawn mower and a leaf blower
Dolph in my ear like, "Trip, keep going"
Pif in my ear like, "Trip, keep going"
Every day, I wake up next to the sticks
You would think a nigga fell
Asleep in the forest
Wait, I ain't been asleep in so
Long, every time I doze off
There goes my phone
Wait, I ain't been asleep in so
Long, every time I doze off
There goes my phone
Streets been setting more traps for a nigga
Than that little kid on Home Alone
And I'm still standing strong
I know ain't no SOS en route
We all on our own
Grinding for somethin' to call our own
We all know what kind of time I'm on
If you my guy, I'm on your side to slide
If you right or wrong but life too short
Blink twice and you'll run out of
Time to right your wrongs
Everybody loves you when you gone
Swear they miss you
Go on Instagram the moment you dead
Two weeks later, life goes on
Okay, here we go again
I'm still out here chasing money
I hope that becomes a trend

'Til the money's all made and
The bills is all paid
If the babies ain't ate
Why the fuck we celebrate?
I ain't sleeping, if my eyes closed, bitch
I'm meditate when my plug dropped my bomb
Watch how quick I detonate
I'm so impatient, all I see is dollar signs
Maybe I need LASIK
Shawty got too cocky for the team
I had to waive her
You gotta be strapped to ride with me, here
Sign the waiver check my pockets
Look like I'm all out of fucks and favors

Yeah, nothing left to give 'em from my pantry
You know I'm a beast in Chefry's kitchen
Gordon Ramsay
I throw on a suit, still got my pistol
Meyer Lansky (DTdaKidd)
All my bitches killing shit
I feel like Charlie Manson
(Beat those drums)