Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Celebrate lyrics

[Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I get clean, I get clean Dead fresh, when I dress I leave a crime scene I be hustlin' all day, I want the green We celebrate, we roll gelato, pourin' up that lean I go get the racks and bust it down with the team I got me some thick fine b**hes on my team I look like a lick, my j**elry look like ice cream I was just dead broke but now I'm rich just like a dream [Verse 1: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I put that Saint Laurent on, now I'm havin' sweet dreams Addictive habit, so I chase that money like a fiend That b**h stay down with me so I bought her a Celene Gelato, I'm smokin' cookies and that ice cream Damn you bad, and she shakin' all that and she mean Damn, I just got a new whip way from overseas Damn, and my new plug roll the gas like it's trees Damn man, I'm way up early, I'm still pourin' lean Damn man, I started gettin' money, they started actin' funny I knew you wasn't for me, me and cheese like macaroni I got two b**hes they on me, I got V's on me, not lonely Fresh like Febreze only, hang with VIP's only [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I get clean, I get clean Dead fresh, when I dress I leave a crime scene I be hustlin' all day, I want the green We celebrate, we roll gelato, pourin' up that lean I go get the racks and bust it down with the team I got me some thick fine b**hes on my team I look like a lick, my j**elry look like ice cream I was just dead broke but now I'm rich just like a dream [Verse 2: Lil Skies] n***a I was dead broke, murder what I wrote Me and Pablo on a boat with some b**hes blowin' smoke Out of town spendin' money, I remember I was poor Say she love you but she don't, she front row at all my shows Shoes Off-White, t-shirt VLONE Girl take off that thong, I'ma f** you to my song I make all the plays, she know I'm a top dog Never listened to nobody, learned to be my own boss Your whole gang lame, swear them n***as Kriss Kross Got Givenchy on my feet, she got Chanel lipgloss I don't hang with broke n***as, we gon' spend it, f** the cost I'ma grind every day for every time I took a loss And that's why [Chorus: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I get clean, I get clean Dead fresh, when I dress I leave a crime scene I be hustlin' all day, I want the green We celebrate, we roll gelato, pourin' up that lean I go get the racks and bust it down with the team I got me some thick fine b**hes on my team I look like a lick, my j**elry look like ice cream I was just dead broke but now I'm rich just like a dream