[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bottles in a bucket full of ice (Yeah)
Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo' (Celebrate)
Bitch, better believe that I'ma sniper (Yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (Celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas
Actin' like bitches and it started up a epidemic
It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (Celebrate)
You better step down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth to me
Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (Celebrate)
I don't like when I lose (I don't)
If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (Regulate)
Do anything that I want to
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap-brap)
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck-buck)
I never lie, but the truth is, I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap-brap)
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck-buck)
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars
All they did was build me up, tried take me apart (Buck-buck-buck)
They ain't ever wanna celebrate
Like you have a label call the doctor
Heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!)
Get the paper, I'ma celebrate on the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' saun (Woo-woo-woo!)
Yeah, I make you niggas elevate
All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (Woah)
Bitchin' to professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (Grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don't wanna see the other side of me (Yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
Bottles in a bucket full of ice (Yeah)
Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo' (Celebrate)
Bitch, better believe that I'ma sniper (Yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (Celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas
Actin' like bitches and it started up a epidemic
It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (Celebrate)
You better step down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth to me
Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (Celebrate)
I don't like when I lose (I don't)
If I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (Regulate)
Do anything that I want to
Think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (Elevate)
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalkin' in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers (Brap-brap)
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with no music
Guess I'm alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics (Buck-buck)
I never lie, but the truth is, I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it's supper time and the juice (Brap-brap)
But I'd rather die than to lose, it's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t (Buck-buck)
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars
All they did was build me up, tried take me apart (Buck-buck-buck)
They ain't ever wanna celebrate
Like you have a label call the doctor
Heard the chopper make 'em do the Macarena (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, stick of bubblegum, it's watermelon flavored (Woo, woo, woo!)
Get the paper, I'ma celebrate on the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' saun (Woo-woo-woo!)
Yeah, I make you niggas elevate
All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (Woah)
Bitchin' to professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on like you cooler than me, wait (Ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil' niggas tried grabbin' me (Grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don't wanna see the other side of me (Yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her out to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
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