Released: May 27, 2010
Songwriter: T.I.
Producer: J Rock
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off
And let the girls have fun
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
I got a new swag, and it's a new day
Them suckas hate let 'em hate I'mma celebrate
And I ain't finna be polite, I do it in they face
Get myself twenty thousand ones threw it in they face
Aye I'm the hottest nigga in the A anyway
They got they mind on me I got my mind on gettin' paid
Sour niggas give me lemons I make lemonade
Hahahh and it ain't much to it
Continue to get rich the way Jay and Puff do it
Get it from the club, obstruction of the music
Went from gettin' front of drugs to gettin' millionaire movies
It's over for the hustle man them bustas just knew it
T.I. got caught with what!? Grand hustle just blew it
Oh so you thought so quite contrarily
That's why I made the point to ball on ya some terribly
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off
And let the girls have fun
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey, let them hate once, then they hate twice
I just ball hard, then celebrate life
On the highway flyer than I used to be
Before I rap I'm ranked higher than I used to be
I've been through everything nothing you can do to me
They hate on everything I do, I'm still doing me
You see me everywhere, drinkin' Louis V
Aye you don't like it I don't care start suing me
Party like Rick James Charlie Murphy them
A lotta niggas talk shit but you ain't heard of them
God sat me down told me he ain't worth it TIP
Never mind remember ain't nobody perfect pimp
You work hard live well you deserve it TIP
So they hate you for it, now the nerve of them
Hey if it weren't for you, and it weren't for them
They ain't gon' like it ain't nobody on the earth exempt
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off
And let the girls have fun
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey all jokes aside, I mean real talk
You ain't got it like me I'mma still ball
Even if I had to take a couple years off
Upon my return, hey I'mma still flaw
Even harder though, so let the robber know
Haters do ya thing I'mma shine regardless though
When you say it like it's over I'mma make a way
By whatever means, you better tell 'em Jay
My hearts consumed with determination safe to say
Hey what we got today they can never take away
So let 'em bo guard, we just go hard
Show 'em how to ball, we gettin' no charge
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off
And let the girls have fun
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off
And let the girls have fun
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
I got a new swag, and it's a new day
Them suckas hate let 'em hate I'mma celebrate
And I ain't finna be polite, I do it in they face
Get myself twenty thousand ones threw it in they face
Aye I'm the hottest nigga in the A anyway
They got they mind on me I got my mind on gettin' paid
Sour niggas give me lemons I make lemonade
Hahahh and it ain't much to it
Continue to get rich the way Jay and Puff do it
Get it from the club, obstruction of the music
Went from gettin' front of drugs to gettin' millionaire movies
It's over for the hustle man them bustas just knew it
T.I. got caught with what!? Grand hustle just blew it
Oh so you thought so quite contrarily
That's why I made the point to ball on ya some terribly
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off
And let the girls have fun
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey, let them hate once, then they hate twice
I just ball hard, then celebrate life
On the highway flyer than I used to be
Before I rap I'm ranked higher than I used to be
I've been through everything nothing you can do to me
They hate on everything I do, I'm still doing me
You see me everywhere, drinkin' Louis V
Aye you don't like it I don't care start suing me
Party like Rick James Charlie Murphy them
A lotta niggas talk shit but you ain't heard of them
God sat me down told me he ain't worth it TIP
Never mind remember ain't nobody perfect pimp
You work hard live well you deserve it TIP
So they hate you for it, now the nerve of them
Hey if it weren't for you, and it weren't for them
They ain't gon' like it ain't nobody on the earth exempt
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off
And let the girls have fun
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey all jokes aside, I mean real talk
You ain't got it like me I'mma still ball
Even if I had to take a couple years off
Upon my return, hey I'mma still flaw
Even harder though, so let the robber know
Haters do ya thing I'mma shine regardless though
When you say it like it's over I'mma make a way
By whatever means, you better tell 'em Jay
My hearts consumed with determination safe to say
Hey what we got today they can never take away
So let 'em bo guard, we just go hard
Show 'em how to ball, we gettin' no charge
Everybody hope for soul force let 'em hate
Cut the day now let em' do but celebrate
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Bank rolls out take the rubber bands off
And let the girls have fun
Keep the champagne popping!
Hey, hey! It's a celebration bitches!
Hey! It's a celebration bitches!
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- No Mediocre
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- Live Your Life
- Sorry
- Dead and Gone
- Whatever You Like
- Go Get It
- Ball
- What You Know
- Wit Me
- Guns and Roses
- Rubber Band Man
- No Matter What
- About the Money (Remix)
- Peanut Butter Jelly
- Private Show
- Bring Em Out
- Poppin Bottles
- Why You Wanna
- Trap Back Jumping
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