Celebration

Hook It’s a celebration let’s make a toast I finally got them bands Get the pack then I dish it off I pitch it underhand State to state hit the interstate I went and got a bag I do that money dance I blow that money fast It’s a celebration let’s make a toast i finally got them bands Get the pack then I dish it off I pitch it underhand State to state hit the interstate I went and got a bag I do that money dance I blow that money fast Verse 1 Took his shit then went hit the club I still be in the city Niggas be rapping capping bout the shit we really did Really been in that field use to go solo on them drills Met the plug out in Houston made a killing off them pills Perkys and flats all the Js know me from pushing that crack If we don’t know you we upping them straps Did him like Ricky got hit In his back Aye Killing these tracks can’t do a feature for less than a rack Show me too much and you’re liable to get jacked try to come back and we aim at your hat Aye Run it up then go f*ck it up cause that’s just how I’m feeling Bitches throwing that pussy they keep saying I’m appealing That lil shit y’all stress about I blow that on my children Still will pull in the projects if you spending more than 50 Hook It’s a celebration let’s make a toast I finally got them bands Get the pack then I dish it off I pitch it underhand State to state hit the interstate I went and got a bag I do that money dance I blow that money fast It’s a celebration let’s make a toast i finally got them bands Get the pack then I dish it off I pitch it underhand State to state hit the interstate I went and got a bag I do that money dance I blow that money fast Verse 2 What they gone say next cop that rari cop that vet Still gotta finesse I been run thru them checks Bitches on my line they keep saying I’m the best But I just want the neck then it’s on to the next All we do is flex send the bottles blow a check I don’t wear a vest know they gone reaped them techs Big dog on the mob the whole city know I’m heavy Please don’t call my celly if it ain’t about no fetti Use to want that Rollie but that Cartier look better Wednesday we at jazzys make it rain where yo umbrella Smoke it out the pound word around we run the town Try me if you want to have my shooters gun you down Hook It’s a celebration let’s make a toast I finally got them bands Get the pack then I dish it off I pitch it underhand State to state hit the interstate I went and got a bag I do that money dance I blow that money fast It’s a celebration let’s make a toast i finally got them bands Get the pack then I dish it off I pitch it underhand State to state hit the interstate I went and got a bag I do that money dance I blow that money fast