Celebrate (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Philthy Rich]
(Funk or Die)
Ayy, it's Philthy, n*gga
Don't check for me unless you got a check for me
Believe that, uh-huh, look

[Verse 1: Philthy Rich]
Big baguettes on that Bentley chain and the tombstone got my n*gga name (Feddi)
Nah, we ain't got the same daddy, but we both got the same last name (Ayy, free JBay)
'05, when I cut the dreads, I was in the streets, I was misled (Oh, I remember)
A hundred DM's from my old b*tch, she wanna come back, I leave it on read (Faggot)
Upgraded from my last ho, if you ask her, I'm an as*h*le (Is that right?)
Man, them broke n*ggas' breath stink, they been talkin' sh*t out the as*h*le (Broke n*gga)
Diamond chain got big pointers, I was givin' my b*tch pointers (I was)
How to bounce out every sucker n*gga block out and then hit corners (It's Philthy)
These n*ggas just rap hard, no doghouse in the backyard (Uh-uh)
We was sellin' dog in the front yard, lined up like they had a lunch card (Seminary)
Pourin' rose for my dead homies, just got the word that the feds on me (Five-oh)
Percocets and the meds on me
Twist a n*gga top, got his dreads on me (It's Philthy)
Designer on me by Mike Amiri
Never let a broke b*tch come near me (Never)
I ain't even gotta keep it on me
My young n*gga got a right to carry (My young n*gga)
Prometh' with the Act' on it
Bentley Spur with the wrap on it (Foreign)
My young n*gga spent racks on it
Out a b*tch ass, no cap on it (It's Philthy)
I was really off in the field
How it feel to really spend a mil'? (How it feel?)
How it feel to make it back again
And then go and spend another mil'? (Chump change)
I still love him like he a brother
When you f*ck a prostitute, wear a rubber (Ayy, do that)
Versace logos all on the cover
Went and bought a foreign, went and bought another (It's Philthy)
Bad b*tch say she love a n*gga, but she know a n*gga can't believe that (b*tch)
Pull up on 'em like Big Worm on Friday, where my cheese at? (I need that)
Gucci on me, no boycott, paperwork say old boy hot (pus*y)
Heard a sucker got knocked down, we gon' celebrate about a dead opp, it's Philthy
[Verse 2: Peewee Longway]
f*ck it, run through the family tree
Clip gon' sting like a bumblebee
Christian D came with the bumblebee
Christian Dior with the bumblebee
Triple-A, caught me a QP
GT back up, beep beep
.223, we gon' shoot it on repeat
You can do a pop-up, we can do a meet-greet
My young n*ggas steppin' on n*ggas in GG (Step)
Chanel, we mix it with GG (Chanel)
My Cuban link baguettey, VV (Baguettes)
And the Bentley got wifi, TV (TV)
Got a play, you want Popeyes, three-piece (Popeyes)
Got a three-piece, came from Waikiki ('Kiki)
When I pop out, n*ggas get PC (Pop out)
Got a new Glock, smoke 'em like teepee (Smoke somethin')
My smile from Johnny Dang TV (Dang)
We catch an opp and go put him on TV (Ayy)
I leave the lot and go put it on three-piece
Heat up the pot, then whip it up, skrrt
New Lam' bought, Royce, crank it up, brrp, brrp
Put it on a scale when you weigh it up, brrt
She call my phone and she tell me, "Okurrt"
I sent the box and it comin' today
I'm pimpin' like Philthy when I'm in the Bay
I got that Cookie Money in the A
I can make parmesan with the cake
I can make Ramadan every day
I make it hard for n*ggas to play
My Patek got loogie boogers in the face
f*ckin' on Philippine, Ethi' bae
Feelin' like f*ckin' on Keisha today
I'm slashin' a brick like a pizza dough, 'kay?
I got the fish and I sprinkle Old Bay
I put the VLONE feets on the Wraith
I took the B and put C on the Bay
Runtz in the vent, we Obama the tint
My young n*gga be on that dumb-dumb sh*t
Runtz in the vent, we Obama the tint
My young n*gga be on that dumb-dumb sh*t
Longway, b*tch