Celebration

White dress, nails done Drink it straight from the bottle Yeah Why stress, still drunk Don't care if there's no tomorrow Uh, DJ, play this song Uh, I can't feel my legs I don't wanna pray But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay) I can't feel my legs I don't wanna pray But I gotta make him pay We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin' Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making It's a toast to us, congratulations Don't ask me for no favors cause I'm done with all of these sinners I'm tryna surround myself with motivational positive winners And if we ended on bad blood I want you to know that I'm sorry I clear my conscience to the world so I can finally party, I been uh Cold hearted, toxic lover, we can't even talk no more Put the bottle down and let me know if you can walk aboard Cross the line between a friend and family, I cannot afford So let's just talk about it over champagne and pop awards White dress, nails done Drink it straight from the bottle Yeah Why stress, still drunk Don't care if there's no tomorrow Uh, DJ, play this song Uh, I can't feel my legs I don't wanna pray But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay) I can't feel my legs I don't wanna pray But I gotta make him pay We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin' Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making It's a toast to us, congratulations Congratulations, to all my haters We graduated, we finally made it Poppin' rosé, it flooded all on my tux Pure white cocaine, that slow fame, it couldn't be touched This that no fade, that no game, we pushin' our luck I been through the ringer, life is good, I don't give a fuck I bust my Burberry on ice so I could drown in this lust These Mason Margielas feelin' older when they covered in dust Feeling' blinded by these diamonds dancing all in the club Sometimes you cross my mind when I'm inside it, pushin' a dub Put you in Oscar de la Renta for a wedding with doves Pullin' off in the McLaren with you holding' my love White dress, nails done Drink it straight from the bottle Yeah Why stress, still drunk Don't care if there's no tomorrow Uh, DJ, play this song Uh, I can't feel my legs I don't wanna pray But I gotta make him pay (But I gotta make him pay) I can't feel my legs I don't wanna pray But I gotta make him pay We poppin' bottles from the VIP, we celebratin' Cause it's a toast to us, no it's a celebration And it's a toast to everything that we've been steady making It's a toast to us Congratulations