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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
T-Pain
T-Pain
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
C. Kenon
C. Kenon
Songwriter
Faheem Najm
Faheem Najm
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyga
Tyga
Vocal Producer
Calvo Da Gr8
Calvo Da Gr8
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Recording Engineer
Eric Racy
Eric Racy
Mixing Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Javier Merino Valverde
Javier Merino Valverde
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I ain't gotta do nothing, I ain't gotta say shit Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it's a fucking celebration Yeah, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest You be get up on this fly shit baby It's a fucking celebration, bitches Ballin' in this bitch 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 gonna make it rain, we ain't tripping off the weather Work day suit removed (?) Jay baby baby let me put you on game I got that crazy crazy eye drive you insane Every play ten chains make these niggas know my name T-Raw, young star, Gringo Shining hard every second don't blink ho If you ain't sipping and you tripping better drink more Too many dicks on the field trying to get yours What your home girl don't know Won't hurt her so girl let go They say they ain't tricking nigga got it But we ain't tricking anything and we got it, so I ain't gotta do nothing, I ain't gotta say shit Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it's a fucking celebration Yeah, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest You be get up on this fly shit baby It's a fucking celebration, bitches Fly, fly niggas 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 Gone 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 nigga would If a nigga 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 high It ain't tricking nigga got it But we ain't tricking anything and we got it, so I ain't gotta do nothing, I ain't gotta say shit Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it's a fucking celebration Yeah, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest You be get up on this fly shit baby It's a fucking celebration, bitches I ain't gotta do nothing, I ain't gotta say shit Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it's a fucking celebration Yeah, everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest You be get up on this fly shit baby It's a fucking celebration, bitches
Writer(s): Faheem Rasheed Najm, Michael Stevenson, Calvin David Jr. Kenon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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