Celebrate
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate,
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate,
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off,
And let the girls have fun,
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
I got a new swag, and it's a new day,
Them suckas hate let 'em hate I'mma celebrate
And I ain't finna be polite, I do it in they face,
Get myself twenty thousand ones threw it in they face,
Aye I'm the hottest nigga in the A anyway,
They got they mind on me I got my mind on gettin' paid,
Sour niggas give me lemons I make lemonade,
Hahahh and it ain't much to it,
Continue to get rich the way Jay and Puff do it,
Get it from the club, obstruction of the music,
Went from gettin' front of drugs to gettin' millionaire movies,
It's over for the hustle man them bustas just knew it,
T.I. got caught with what!? Grand hustle just blew it,
Oh so you thought so quite contrarily,
That's why I made the point to ball on ya some terribly
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate,
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate,
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off,
And let the girls have fun,
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey, let them hate once, then they hate twice,
I just ball hard, then celebrate life,
On the highway flyer than I used to be,
Before I rap I'm ranked higher than I used to be,
I've been through everything nothing you can do to me,
They hate on everything I do, I'm still doing me,
You see me everywhere, drinkin' Louis V,
Aye you don't like it I don't care start suing me,
Party like Rick James Charlie Murphy them,
A lotta niggas talk shit but you ain't heard of them,
God sat me down told me he ain't worth it TIP
Never mind remember ain't nobody perfect pimp,
You work hard live well you deserve it TIP,
So they hate you for it, now the nerve of them,
Hey if it weren't for you, and it weren't for them,
They ain't gon' like it ain't nobody on the earth exempt
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate,
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate,
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off,
And let the girls have fun,
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey all jokes aside, I mean real talk,
You ain't got it like me I'mma still ball,
Even if I had to take a couple years off,
Upon my return, hey I'mma still flaw
Even harder though, so let the robber know,
Haters do ya thing I'mma shine regardless though,
When you say it like it's over I'mma make a way,
By whatever means, you better tell 'em Jay,
My hearts consumed with determination safe to say,
Hey what we got today they can never take away,
So let 'em bo guard, we just go hard,
Show 'em how to ball, we gettin' no charge
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate,
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate,
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off,
And let the girls have fun,
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate,
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off,
And let the girls have fun,
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
I got a new swag, and it's a new day,
Them suckas hate let 'em hate I'mma celebrate
And I ain't finna be polite, I do it in they face,
Get myself twenty thousand ones threw it in they face,
Aye I'm the hottest nigga in the A anyway,
They got they mind on me I got my mind on gettin' paid,
Sour niggas give me lemons I make lemonade,
Hahahh and it ain't much to it,
Continue to get rich the way Jay and Puff do it,
Get it from the club, obstruction of the music,
Went from gettin' front of drugs to gettin' millionaire movies,
It's over for the hustle man them bustas just knew it,
T.I. got caught with what!? Grand hustle just blew it,
Oh so you thought so quite contrarily,
That's why I made the point to ball on ya some terribly
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate,
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate,
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off,
And let the girls have fun,
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey, let them hate once, then they hate twice,
I just ball hard, then celebrate life,
On the highway flyer than I used to be,
Before I rap I'm ranked higher than I used to be,
I've been through everything nothing you can do to me,
They hate on everything I do, I'm still doing me,
You see me everywhere, drinkin' Louis V,
Aye you don't like it I don't care start suing me,
Party like Rick James Charlie Murphy them,
A lotta niggas talk shit but you ain't heard of them,
God sat me down told me he ain't worth it TIP
Never mind remember ain't nobody perfect pimp,
You work hard live well you deserve it TIP,
So they hate you for it, now the nerve of them,
Hey if it weren't for you, and it weren't for them,
They ain't gon' like it ain't nobody on the earth exempt
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate,
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate,
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off,
And let the girls have fun,
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey all jokes aside, I mean real talk,
You ain't got it like me I'mma still ball,
Even if I had to take a couple years off,
Upon my return, hey I'mma still flaw
Even harder though, so let the robber know,
Haters do ya thing I'mma shine regardless though,
When you say it like it's over I'mma make a way,
By whatever means, you better tell 'em Jay,
My hearts consumed with determination safe to say,
Hey what we got today they can never take away,
So let 'em bo guard, we just go hard,
Show 'em how to ball, we gettin' no charge
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate,
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate,
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off,
And let the girls have fun,
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Credits
Writer(s): Pharrell L. Williams, Michael Holbrook Penniman, Benjamin James Henry Jack Garrett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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