Celebrate E

I Need to celebrate, I just made my bitch hop A plane. That's another thing, if they want me In, I won't stay. Need my own space, caught Up out the way. Need my own space, two-seven On the eighth. Saw my ex going off on My bank in the fam. Heard my music through the phone, but she busy Tryna hate. That's a hater way, But I'm just tryna celebrate. So pour me another drink, I'll be in here 'til it's seven. Then straight out to the bank, I'll be checking all elevens. Louis for the bag, that get screener with the Sessions. I keep her on the blank and that Ain't a fucking lesson. Got a new whip and my ice all icy. I just cool like I'm ice on the whiskey, Ah. Sweet and wild, I'm dreaming, Got me fiending. I won't leave it if they Need me and I need it, I'll be on It. I said that be I said that I'll be on it. I said that I'll be on it. I'm just tryna celebrate with all my days. If it's time to entertain, I need my pay. I don't like to fucking play, I got my Way. Time is slowing every day and I'm the Same. And I'm just tryna celebrate. I said that I'll be on it. I said that I'll be on it. I said that I'll be on it. My coding getting little darker every night. Dreaming of Ferraris, smoking up to firefights. Finding all the pieces, tryna turn this shit up Right. I don't need no visas, I'll be in There by tonight. I leave her in the back 'cause she not what I'm on. I leave her in the back, tell that bitch I'm fucking gone. We spinning foreign arenas, I ain't tryna find a home. Now you can do the cleaning if you hating On the show. You tryna race my mind, Make me do what I wouldn't do. Ain't a fucking problem, I'll be on it 'til I'm getting through. Blowing up my line, this chick Liking all my attributes. I'm in it for the Gs, I'm not giving You no attitude. No, That's no attitude. I just need my money, I've been peeling through A bank or two. Pop a couple Xannies and Just listen to the angels tune. I'm out here in the scene, yeah, be out Here just collecting shoes. But we just up and getting started. Hating so, so nauseous and my soul departed. All out for that Lambo or that new Ferrari. Picking out these colors like I'm picking bodies. 'Cause all these fuckers lying, that's the thing About it. All of y'all ain't buying, That's the truth about it. I'll hop out of that Ghost, then I'm in A 'Rari. Hop off of that bitch, Then I roll a molly.