Celebrate (feat. Rich Homie Quan) – DaBaby – letras

I’m bout whatever you can read about itI got twenty seven hoe blowin’ up my phonetryna come and suck the semen out meThey starin’ at us saying where we goyou gotta be yourself, you wanna be around meAnd I’m stayin’ low from all the broke hoesand the fuck niggas I don’t need around meGot a book show, you wanna see about meI ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin’ inThe streets used to love me when I had nothin’Now that I’m up they all wanna be friendsI tried to do rightand they all turned they back on meI won’t ever go through that againNo time for no hoes or no friendsNo time for no hoes or no friendsI ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin’ inThe streets used to love me when I had nothin’Now that I’m up they all wanna be friendsI tried to do rightand they all turned they back on meI won’t ever go through that againNo time for no hoes or no friendsNo time for no hoes or no friendsI got a new bitch that tell methat she don’t want shit from meAnd I got another bitch claimingshe sick of me, still askin’what she can get from meI know a broke nigga havin’ his hand outhe wanna act like a friend nowAnd they want the smokeuntil I blew they mans downtryna act like they fans nowI pray to god they all understand nowplay with me it’s a man downI’m in the cityand they’re in a van now tryna sell mea damn poundThey give me a depositto come out the house nowI get to paid to go out nowShorty ain’t no other way to get out now’less you show what you ’bout nowGot everybody ridin’ aroundwith that stick now, it’s lay down or get downTalk on the internet don’t make a diss nowit’s already lit nowGo tell the associateyou need some all black, go pick out a fit nowMy life in the history bookswhatever I do they won’t forget nowAnd that’s why I stay outI ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin’ inThe streets used to love me when I had nothin’Now that I’m up they all wanna be friendsI tried to do rightand they all turned they back on meI won’t ever go through that againNo time for no hoes or no friendsNo time for no hoes or no friendsI ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin inThe streets used to love me when I had nothin’Now that I’m up they all wanna be friendsI tried to do rightand they all turned they back on meI won’t ever go through that againNo time for no hoes or no friendsNo time for no hoes or no friendsNo time for honda no time for benzPull up in the maybachold school car more than your new schoolShit so original but got an A-TrackIm rich under thirty they gon’ hate thatMind of five men, nigga rate that (OO)Ooh, Ooh, OohWhile a nigga locked in jailmight take the shoot (Shoot)Shoot, Shoot, ShootI ain’t never ran from a niggaput that on my crew (Rich homie baby)Shoot a nigga when I’m chasin’ (Hey, Hey)Move these bitches with the paper (Fade away)We done ran a train on the baby sitterit was rich homie and da babyI would never sell my soulStill doing sell out shoesStill gettin’ the bags in every week niggayou can smell that dose (I know you do)I could pack a whole brick, motherfuckersin a pathfinder (Hey)Cam Newton jersey, cuz I’m in Carolina (Aye)I ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin inThe streets used to love me when I had nothin’Now that I’m up they all wanna be friendsI tried to do rightand they all turned they back on meI won’t ever go through that againNo time for no hoes or no friendsNo time for no hoes or no friendsI ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin inThe streets used to love me when I had nothin’Now that I’m up they all wanna be friendsI tried to do rightand they all turned they back on meI won’t ever go through that againNo time for no hoes or no friendsNo time for no hoes or no friends