Birthday

You get that paper too, you let that money pile like me
Put it on the right way, you getting fly like me (Yes)
You a drop a couple thousand just to smile like me (Yuh)
You got that Louis on too, you tryn style like me
And the
Birthdays was the worst days (Yes)
That was like 40 bai yows on your birthday (Blow it)
Still give you butterflies like we was on our first date
Really came from nothing we used to have it the worst way

You know what come with the game, if it's a problem we fix it
I wish I could keep them broke niggas out of ya mentions (Brokey)
You remember I ain't have it, now I got it we getting it
You got a nigga wit them blocks that never got him a sentence (Did it right)
Fly you out the country, you know what we did last year
I like memories that last when that cash ain't here (A hunitt)
You block my number, I block yours, we be geeking for real
Know damn well we can't go without speaking for real (Haaah)
Yes
No waist, pretty titties, what that ass 'bout (Curves)
Tonight I'm tryn get drunk till we pass out (Yes)
Passports stamped up, we the ones they watch
Hermès, Chanel swag, she the one they not

Birthdays was the worst days
I'm blowing 60 thaiyow on ya birthday (Easy)
I give you butterflies like we was on our first date
I'll come in last just to see you come in 1st place
For real
I know you ain't come to play on ya birthday
Give you the profits from a play on ya birthday
I'm tryn turn this bitch up on ya birthday
And if we pass out do it again in the worst way

I'm spilling lean on me
That's what this life about, I'mma fun it till I'm done it
You heard me
Yes
(Haaaahhhn)
(Oooh, won't you take this pain from me)
(Fun it till we done it, you heard me)



Credits
Writer(s): Dorian Tate
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