Celebration

Aye, aye, aye, aye, oh it's a celebration

It wasn't always champagne, I remember them struggling days
So it's a celebration, it's a celebration
I remember being broke, spending lots of time alone
It's a celebration, it's a celebration

No champagne glass, we toast with bottles
On the boat with hoes, the models shake like Coca-Cola bottles
Gucci too, buttoned Polo with the cobra collar
Stepped it up from fucking dimes, bossed up, now it's golden dollars
A handsome ass nigga, but my soul a rider
And my money blowing up, yeah, it's exploding wallets
So exotic when I dress, got some hoes from the west that's 'bout it
But my east side hoes so erotic
They know I got it, she know I got it
You can get some, depending how you go about it
West coast, lot of Chevilles, what you know about it?
Celebrating with Clay, the ghetto golden hour

It wasn't always champagne, I remember them struggling days
So it's a celebration, it's a celebration
I remember being broke, spending lots of time alone
It's a celebration, it's a celebration

I can celebrate a little, bust a, do some problems
Doing a little better, giving money to my mama
Now the money coming legit, no more rhyming
Now anything that's spoke on dope is third party
If you didn't believe in my, I know you salty
My baby mama tripping, she keep trying to assault me
Trying to trick me out of these streets, away from my shorty
She envious of my new bitch, and she adores me
Some nights we just ride, sip and listen to
Our chemistry on point, something just like it's poetry
Not used to dumb bitches, now I got one just to spoil me
Grapes and champagne, that's how you treat a king and royalty

It wasn't always champagne, I remember them struggling days
So it's a celebration, it's a celebration
I remember being broke, spending lots of time alone
It's a celebration, it's a celebration

Let's get it, Jermont, the one and only
I remember chipping in, nigga, on pints
Thinking to myself like this can't be life
I was living trife, trying to get right
I was fucking with that green rock, fucking with that white
When I'm stressed I just hop on a flight
I ain't where I wanna be, but I'm doing aight
Them days was tight, my dog, like some skinny jeans
Up all night, trying to get it like a fiend
Stayed the same nigga up and down, fuck you mean?
Man, it feel good to break bread with your team
I either got it or I don't, ain't no in between
Tell the waitress bring Don P and chicken wings

It wasn't always champagne, I remember them struggling days
So it's a celebration, it's a celebration
I remember being broke, spending lots of time alone
It's a celebration, it's a celebration

Aye, aye, aye, aye, oh it's a celebration