[Intro: Rocky] You what this is It's a bitches Grab a drink, grab a After that I grab ass
[Verse 1: ASAP Bitch I hustle every day, you could check my Bad Spanish bitch, one kiss'll take your breath I bag your girl in a broken down Chevrolet Swag through the and I ain't even gotta decorate I was 21 I bought my mom a condo A guitar and a gift card at Costco's a cold winter when it's blowing past my goggles Penthouse, top floor, window with the Performance down at Santos, Phantom suicide Paparazzi slide-shows, with the slide doors One night, five shows, two-seater, five Eyes closed, I can see them through the blindfolds better switch it if the business ain't the convo I'm all about my chicken you could call me Roscoe's If I wasn't spitting I'd be flipping waffles I suppose God knows I been a snot-nose
x2] Get every day (Every night we celebrate) Get money day (Every night we celebrate) Bitch I every day (Every night we celebrate) Every we celebrate, Every night we celebrate
[Verse 2: Rocky] Fuck is all the talk about? Fuck these niggas 'bout? Shit I know it sucks cuz we the only to talk about I been to ATL, I seen how they walk it out Cali Walk it out, show 'em what New York about What these niggas hating for? Fuck these niggas on? I'm what they debating for, I'm what they been on Out there take it slow but taking slow been taking long Know I'm on the trail until I get my paper long I'm in the kitchen, catch me with my apron on And back to business, ASAP is where they belong And we on the grind, that's until I get my long See nigga's face every time you turn your cable on Mami why leggings on, face down ass out? and codeine got a nigga 'bout to pass out Catch me on a grind and now a nigga 'bout to out Get money, hella cake, every night we
When the roll, pull up on the block we hustle, cuz we run the spot I'll be on my grind, night dawg 'Til the close, and my lights off
I hit 'em up, my name's Shakur Count my dividends, I'm to poor I hit 'em up, like my Shakur my paper up, I'm above the law
I hit 'em up