[Intro: Rocky] You what this is It's a celebration Grab a drink, grab a After I grab your ass
[Verse 1: Rocky] Bitch I hustle every day, you could check my Bad Spanish bitch, one kiss'll take your breath I bag your girl in a broken down Chevrolet Swag through the talk and I ain't even gotta I was 21 I bought my mom a condo A and a gift card down at Costco's It's a cold when it's blowing past my goggles Penthouse, top floor, with the gargoyle Performance down at Santos, suicide doors Paparazzi slide-shows, showers the slide doors One night, five shows, two-seater, hoes Eyes closed, I can see them through the blindfolds Niggas better switch it if the business ain't the I'm all about my chicken nigga you could call me If I wasn't spitting I'd be probably waffles I suppose God knows I coulda been a
x2] Get money day (Every night we celebrate) Get money every day (Every we celebrate) Bitch I hustle day (Every night we celebrate) night we celebrate, Every night we celebrate
[Verse 2: ASAP Fuck is all the talk about? these niggas talking 'bout? Shit I know it sucks cuz we the only thing to talk I been down to ATL, I seen how walk it out Cali Crip Walk it out, show 'em New York about What these niggas hating for? Fuck these hating on? I'm they debating for, I'm what they been waiting on Out there take it slow but taking slow been taking long Know I'm on the paper trail until I get my long When I'm in the kitchen, catch me with my on And it's back to business, is where they belong And we on the grind, that's I get my paper long See your nigga's face every you turn your cable on Mami why leggings on, face down ass out? Tylenol and got a nigga 'bout to pass out Catch me on a grind and now a nigga 'bout to out Get money, cake, every night we celebrate
When the boys roll, up on the block Still we hustle, cuz we run the be on my grind, every night dawg 'Til the close, and my lights off
I hit 'em up, my name's Shakur my dividends, I'm allergic to poor I hit 'em up, like my Shakur my paper up, I'm above the law
I hit 'em up