Celebrate - DaBaby, Rich Homie Quan

I’m bout whatever you can read about it

I got twenty seven hoe blowin' up my phone, tryna come and suck the semen out me

They starin' at us saying where we go, you gotta be yourself, you wanna be

around me

And I’m stayin' low from all the broke hoes and the fuck niggas I don’t need

around me

Got a book show, you wanna see about me

I ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin' in

The streets used to love me when I had nothin'

Now that I’m up they all wanna be friends

I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me, I won’t ever go

through that again

No time for no hoes or no friends

No time for no hoes or no friends

I ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin' in

The streets used to love me when I had nothin'

Now that I’m up they all wanna be friends

I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me, I won’t ever go

through that again

No time for no hoes or no friends

No time for no hoes or no friends

I got a new bitch that tell me that she don’t want shit from me

And I got another bitch claiming she sick of me, still askin' what she can get

from me

I know a broke nigga havin' his hand out, he wanna act like a friend now

And they want the smoke until I blew they mans down, tryna act like they fans

now

I pray to god they all understand now, play with me it’s a man down

I’m in the city and they’re in a van now tryna sell me a damn pound

They give me a deposit to come out the house now, I get to paid to go out now

Shorty ain’t no other way to get out now, 'less you show what you 'bout now

Got everybody ridin' around with that stick now, it’s lay down or get down

Talk on the internet don’t make a diss now, it’s already lit now

Go tell the associate you need some all black, go pick out a fit now

My life in the history books, whatever I do they won’t forget now

And that’s why I stay out

I ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin' in

The streets used to love me when I had nothin'

Now that I’m up they all wanna be friends

I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me, I won’t ever go

through that again

No time for no hoes or no friends

No time for no hoes or no friends

I ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin in

The streets used to love me when I had nothin'

Now that I’m up they all wanna be friends

I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me, I won’t ever go

through that again

No time for no hoes or no friends

No time for no hoes or no friends

No time for honda no time for benz

Pull up in the maybach, old school car more than your new school

Shit so original but got an A-Track

Im rich under thirty they gon' hate that

Mind of five men, nigga rate that (Ooo)

Ooh, Ooh, Ooh

While a nigga locked in jail might take the shoot (Shoot)

Shoot, Shoot, Shoot

I ain’t never ran from a nigga, put 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 sitter, it was rich homie and da baby

I would never sell my soul

Still doing sell out shoes

Still gettin' the bags in every week nigga, you can smell that dose (I know you

do)

I could pack a whole brick, motherfuckers in a pathfinder (Hey)

Cam Newton jersey, cuz I’m in Carolina (Aye)

I ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin in

The streets used to love me when I had nothin'

Now that I’m up they all wanna be friends

I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me, I won’t ever go

through that again

No time for no hoes or no friends

No time for no hoes or no friends

I ain’t got time to celebrate, I’m goin in

The streets used to love me when I had nothin'

Now that I’m up they all wanna be friends

I tried to do right and they all turned they back on me, I won’t ever go

through that again

No time for no hoes or no friends

No time for no hoes or no friends