Celebration Station

(albüm: Gotham City - 2023)

Yeah, yeah
(DTdaKidd)
Yeah
(Beat those drums)

We don't get to party 'til the money's all made and the bills is all paid
If the babies ain't ate, why the fuck we celebrate?
I ain't sleep, if my eyes closed, bitch, I'm meditate
When my plug dropped the bomb, watch how quick I detonate
I'm so impatient, all I see is dollar signs, maybe I need LASIK
Shawty got too cocky for the team, I had to waive her
You gotta be strapped to ride with me, here, sign the waiver
Check my pockets, look like I'm all out of fucks and favors

Wait, nothing left to give 'em from my pantry
You know I'm a beast in Chefry's kitchen, Gordon Ramsay
I throw on a suit, still got my pistol, Meyer Lansky
All my bitches killing shit, I feel like Charlie Manson
Longest man standing, no, they can't stand me
I took all the rocks they threw at me and built a mansion
My daughter Chloe came and asked me, "How do I get paid?"
I said, "Daddy's like a bulldozer, I'm gon' make a way"
If you good at something, don't do it for free
If there's money in it, that does it for me
Wait, everything but that is obsolete
Fuck your exposure, bitch, my babies gotta eat
Wait, fuck you thought this was?
I can't walk inside no bank and pay my mortgage with your love
Got it out the mud
Too much dirt to scrub, I said fuck the club
I went found a plug
Now I got pounds inside my subs
Now I got cash inside my drawers, I'm praying my mama don't know what I'm doing
All this grass in mama kitchen, I'ma need a lawn mower and a leaf blower
Dolph in my ear like, "Trip, keep going"
Pif in my ear like, "Trip, keep going"
Every day, I wake up next to the sticks
You would think a nigga fell asleep in the forest
Wait, I ain't been asleep in so long, every time I doze off, there goes my phone
Wait, I ain't been asleep in so long, every time I doze off, there goes my phone
Streets been setting more traps for a nigga than that little kid on Home Alone
And I'm still standing strong
I know ain't no SOS en route
We all on our own
Grinding for something to call our own
We all know what kind of time I'm on
If you my guy, I'm on your side to slide if you right or wrong
But life too short, blink twice and you'll run out of time to right your wrongs
Everybody loves you when you gone
Swear they miss you, go on Instagram the moment you dead
Two weeks later, life goes on
Okay, here we go again
I'm still out here chasing money, I hope that becomes a trend

'Til the money's all made and the bills is all paid
If the babies ain't ate, why the fuck we celebrate?
I ain't sleeping, if my eyes closed, bitch, I'm meditate
When my plug dropped my bomb, watch how quick I detonate
I'm so impatient, all I see is dollar signs, maybe I need LASIK
Shawty got too cocky for the team, I had to waive her
You gotta be strapped to ride with me, here, sign the waiver
Check my pockets, look like I'm all out of fucks and favors

Yeah, nothing left to give 'em from my pantry
You know I'm a beast in Chefry's kitchen, Gordon Ramsay
I throw on a suit, still got my pistol, Meyer Lansky (DTdaKidd)
All my bitches killing shit, I feel like Charlie Manson (Beat those drums)