Celebration (feat. T-Pain) - Tyga

I ain’t gotta do nothing, I ain’t gotta say shit

Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration

Yeah, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest

You be get up on this fly shit baby

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Ballin’ in this bitch cause I’m better

Models at my table when they down for whatever

It’s a cold world so it’s heat in my leather

We gonna make it rain, we ain’t tripping off the weather

Work day suits removed,

Jay baby baby let me put you on game

I got that crazy crazy eye drive you insane

 tint shades make these niggas know my name

T-Raw, young star, Gringo

Shining hard every second don’t blink ho

If you ain’t sipping and you tripping better drink more

Too many dicks on the field trying to get yours

What your home girl don’t know

Won’t hurt her so girl let go

They say they ain’t tricking nigga got it

But we ain’t tricking anything and we got it, so

I ain’t gotta do nothing, I ain’t gotta say shit

Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration

Yeah, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest

You be get up on this fly shit baby

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Fly, fly niggas do fly things

Overseas, I can put you on my dream team

High king, Tyga-lajuwon 2 rings, yeah we on one

We ain’t never done, it’s small fun when you living how we living

Big living room, beautiful women

Baby take your shoes off, she just trying to kick it

Gone down town now, she gonna let me kiss it

So good, yep yep, Young Money and we all good

All my homies in this thing wish a nigga would

If a nigga could, I don’t think he should

Getting money, rocking clubs like T Woods

Bright lights like we living in the sky

Erybody put your hands up high

Yeah, it ain’t tricking nigga got it

But we ain’t tricking anything and we got it, so

I ain’t gotta do nothing, I ain’t gotta say shit

Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration

Yeah, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest

You be get up on this fly shit baby

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches