Celebration lyrics

by

Nicki Minaj


[Hook: T-Pain]
I ain’t gotta do nothing
I ain’t gotta say sh*t (yeah)
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up
It’s a f*cking celebration
Yeah b*tches, everything is alright
I propose a toast to the greatest
Come on get up on this fly sh*t baby
It’s a f*cking celebration, b*tches

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ah ba-ballin' in this b*tch 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-we gonna make it rain
We ain’t tripping off the weather
Birthday suit removed, your negligee
Baby baby let me put you on game
I got that crazy crazy eye drive you insane
Every play tint shades, make these n*ggas know my name
T-Raw, young star, Ringo
Shining hard every second don't blink ho
If you ain’t sipping and you tripping better drink more
Too many di*ks on the field trying to get yours
What, what your home girl don’t know
Won’t hurt her so girl let go
They say they ain’t tricking if you got it
But we ain’t tricking anything and we got it, so
[Hook: T-Pain]
I ain’t gotta do nothing
I ain’t gotta say sh*t
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up
It’s a f*cking celebration
Yeah b*tches, everything is alright
I propose a toast to the greatest
Come on get up on this fly sh*t baby
It’s a f*cking celebration, b*tches

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Fly, fly n*ggas do fly thangs
Overseas, I can put you on my dream team
High king, Tyga-lajuwan 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
Goin down town now, she gonna let me kiss it
So good, yep yep, Young Money and we all good
All my homies in this thang wish a n*gga would
If a n*gga 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 if you got it
But we ain’t tricking anything and we got it
[Hook: T-Pain] X2
I ain’t gotta do nothing
I ain’t gotta say sh*t
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up
It’s a f*cking celebration
Yeah b*tches, everything is alright
I propose a toast to the greatest
Come on get up on this fly sh*t baby
It’s a f*cking celebration, b*tches
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