Cheers Songtext
von Jody
Cheers Songtext
Hold a glass in the air for me
Champagne popping
In the club with me
Take ya to the south
And drive the el caminoooo
In the mean time
Celebrate with me
Cheers
Hold a glass in the air for me
Champagne popping
In the club with me
Take ya to the south
And drive the el caminoooo
In the mean time
Celebrate with me
Cheers
I′m on the grind to celebrate yea everyday and every way yea
They smiling in my face
Behind my back
I know they faking
The ball is in my court
And I won't let these niggas take it
Keep my grass low
I know these niggas snaking
Grind up a whole check
To buy my mom a place
Pop champagne
Just to celebrate
Show no love
They just want my place
Had no food
They ain′t fill my plate
Ain't no room
For the give and take
Either you real
Or you ain't
"Aye run that back real quick"
Either you real
Or you ain′t
Fine line between
Love and hate
You ain′t got friends
In this game
The celebrating my losses
Ima show em how to win anyway
Sour Apple niggas
Sour face
For the lemonade
Imma hustle up
Until it pop
Like stretching rubber bands
Run the check up
Do it just like Nike
I'm the running man
Backwoods
Light em up like candles
Every time we count the cake
Headed to the top
The more I smoke
It helps me elevate
Haters say they hate me
And I thank em while
I celebrate!
Hold a glass in the air for me
Champagne popping
In the club with me
Take ya to the south
And drive the el caminoooo
In the mean time
Celebrate with me
Cheers
Hold a glass in the air for me
Champagne popping
In the club with me
Take ya to the south
And drive the el caminoooo
In the mean time
Celebrate with me
Cheers
Champagne popping
In the club with me
Take ya to the south
And drive the el caminoooo
In the mean time
Celebrate with me
Cheers
Hold a glass in the air for me
Champagne popping
In the club with me
Take ya to the south
And drive the el caminoooo
In the mean time
Celebrate with me
Cheers
I′m on the grind to celebrate yea everyday and every way yea
They smiling in my face
Behind my back
I know they faking
The ball is in my court
And I won't let these niggas take it
Keep my grass low
I know these niggas snaking
Grind up a whole check
To buy my mom a place
Pop champagne
Just to celebrate
Show no love
They just want my place
Had no food
They ain′t fill my plate
Ain't no room
For the give and take
Either you real
Or you ain't
"Aye run that back real quick"
Either you real
Or you ain′t
Fine line between
Love and hate
You ain′t got friends
In this game
The celebrating my losses
Ima show em how to win anyway
Sour Apple niggas
Sour face
For the lemonade
Imma hustle up
Until it pop
Like stretching rubber bands
Run the check up
Do it just like Nike
I'm the running man
Backwoods
Light em up like candles
Every time we count the cake
Headed to the top
The more I smoke
It helps me elevate
Haters say they hate me
And I thank em while
I celebrate!
Hold a glass in the air for me
Champagne popping
In the club with me
Take ya to the south
And drive the el caminoooo
In the mean time
Celebrate with me
Cheers
Hold a glass in the air for me
Champagne popping
In the club with me
Take ya to the south
And drive the el caminoooo
In the mean time
Celebrate with me
Cheers
Writer(s): Avril Ramona Lavigne, Lauren Christy, Graham Edwards, Robyn R. Fenty, Stacy Barthe, Laura Pergolizzi, Corey Gibson, David Scott Alspach, Andrew Brett Harr, Jermaine Jerrel Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

