[Intro: ASAP Rocky] You know what this is It's a celebration bitches Grab a drink, grab a glass After that I grab your ass
[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky] 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 through the talk and 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
[Hook x2] 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
[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky] Fuck is all the talk about? Fuck these niggas talking 'bout? Shit I know it sucks 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, ASAP 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
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[Bridge] When the boys roll, pull up on the block Still we hustle, cuz 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
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