Artist: Tyga f/ T-Pain Album: Careless World: Rise of the Last King Song: Celebration Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [T-Pain] YEAHHH! [Intro/Chorus: T-Pain] I ain't gotta do nuttin, I ain't gotta say shit Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up It's a fuckin celebration, yeah, bitches Yeah everything is alright, I propose a toast to the greatest Come and get up on this fly shit baby It's a fuckin celebration, bitches [Tyga] UHH, ba-ballin in this bitch cause I'm better Models at my table and 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 trippin off the weather Birthday suits removed, your negli-gee Baby baby let me put you on game I got that crazy crazy, I drive you insane E'ry plane, tint change, man these niggaz know my name T-Raw, young star, gringo Shinin hard e'ry second don't blink hoe If you ain't sippin then you trippin better drink mo' Too many picks on the field tryin to get chose What-what'cha homegirl don't know won't hurt her so girl let go They say they ain't trickin if you got it But we ain't trickin and yeah we got it So I ain't gotta [Chorus] [Tyga] Fly-fly niggaz do fly things Overseas, I can put you on my dream team Ha-keem, Tyga-lajuwon Two rings, yeah we on one, we ain't never done It's mo' fun when you livin how we livin Big living room, beautiful women Baby take your shoes off, she just tryin to kick it Goin downtown now, she gon' let me kiss it So good, yup yup, Young Money and we all good All my homies in this thang, wish a nigga would If a nigga could, I don't think he should Gettin money, rockin clubs like T Woods Bright lights like we livin in the sky E'rybody put your hands up high Yeah - it ain't trickin if you got it But we ain't trickin and yeah we got it So baby look [Chorus] - 2X [Tyga - talking over Chorus] Ha ha, yeah~! I ain't gotta say shit though It's a celebration bitches, ha ha ha Yeah!