Celebration Tyga (Ft. T-Pain)

[Hook: T-Pain]
I ain’t gotta do nothing
I ain’t gotta say shit (yeah)
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up
It’s a fucking celebration
Yeah bitches, everything is alright
I propose a toast to the greatest
Come on get up on this fly shit baby
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Ah ba-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-we gonna make it rain
We ain’t tripping off the weather
Birthday suit removed, your negligee
Baby baby let me put you on game
I got that crazy crazy eye drive you insane
Every play tint shades, make these niggas know my name
T-Raw, young star, Ringo
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, what your home girl don’t know
Won’t hurt her so girl let go
They say they ain’t tricking if you got it
But we ain’t tricking anything and we got it, so