Celebration T.I.

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