Key: F# minor
Verse 1
Ebm
Ab
Ebm
I ain’t gotta do nothing,
Cdim
I ain’t gotta say shit
B
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up,
Ebm
it’s a fucking celebration
Cdim
Ab
Ebm
Yeah, everything is alright,
Cdim
I propose a toast to the greatest
You be get up on this fly
B
shit baby
Ebm
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
Verse 2
Ebm
Ballin' in this bitch cause I’m better
Cdim
Models at my table when
they down for whatever
B
It’s a cold world so
Ebm
it’s heat in my leather
Ab
We gonna make it rain,
Ebm
we ain’t tripping off the weather
Work day suit removed
Jay baby baby let me put
you on game
I got that crazy crazy eye
drive you insane
Every play make these niggas
know my name
T- Raw, young star, Gringo
Cdim
Shining hard every
second don't blink ho
B
If you ain’t sipping and
Ebm
you tripping better drink more
Ab
Ebm
Too many dicks on the field
trying to get yours
What your home girl don’t
Cdim
know
Won’t hurt her so girl let go
Ebm
They say they ain’t tricking nigga got it
But we ain’t tricking
anything and we got it, so
Verse 3
Ebm
I ain’t gotta do nothing,
Cdim
I ain’t gotta say shit
B
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up,
Ebm
it’s a fucking celebration
Ab
Cdim
Ebm
Yeah, everything is alright,
Cdim
I propose a toast to the greatest
You be get up on this fly
B
shit baby
Ebm
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
Verse 4
Bbm
Ebm
Fly, fly niggas do fly thangs
Overseas,
Cdim
I can put you on my dream team
Ebm
B
Ebm
High king, Tyga- lajuwan 2 rings,
Ab
yeah we on one
Ebm
We ain’t never done,
Bbm
Ebm
it’s small fun when you living how we living
Cdim
Big living room, beautiful women
Baby take your shoes off,
Ebm
she just trying to kick it
Gone down town now,
Ab
she gonna let me kiss it
Bbm
Ebm
So good, yep yep,
Young Money and we all good
Cdim
All my homies in this thang
wish a nigga would
B
Ebm
If a nigga could,
I don’t think he should
Ab
Getting money,
Ebm
rocking clubs like t woods
Bright lights like we living in the sky
Cdim
Erybody put your hands high
Ebm
It ain’t tricking nigga got it
Ab
But we ain’t tricking anything
Bbm
and we got it, so
Ebm
I ain’t gotta
Verse 5
do nothing,
Cdim
I ain’t gotta say shit
B
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up,
Ebm
Ab
it’s a fucking celebration
Ebm
Yeah, everything is alright,
Cdim
I propose a toast to the greatest
You be get up on this fly
B
shit baby
Ebm
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
Verse 6
Ebm
I ain’t gotta do nothing,
Cdim
I ain’t gotta say shit
B
Everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up,
Ebm
it’s a fucking celebration
Ab
Ebm
Yeah, everything is alright,
Cdim
I propose a toast to the greatest
You be get up on this fly
B
shit baby
Ebm
It’s a fucking celebration, bitches
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsEbm Ab Cdim B Bbm
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