FAHB (F*ck a Happy Birthday)
Girl let me see what this nigga said
Happy birthday shawty?
I know he did not send a text with no apple pay
Where is the money?
No money for my nails? For my hair? What?
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them fuckin' racks through
I need a couple bands
And a Fendi bag too
Couple hundred on the lashes
I don't fuck with lashes glue
And I barely fuck with you
Cuz' I had to ask you
And that's true
Cuz' what you won't do
The next nigga will
Don't know where you want to die
But it ain't on this hill
I been out the game
But I'm a MVP in this field
Keep my hot girl under wraps
But it can be a reveal, nigga
Huh
And I go harder than steel, nigga
Wanted like a mid-80s DeVille
When I say that I want it
Best believe that I'ma have that
I'ma always exchange niggas like it's NASDAQ
Why would I settle when
I can have it my way?
Anyone don't like it
I'ma put 'em on the highway
Now you gone with the wind
Like a fly away
It's my birthday
I deserve to have it my way
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
What can I do with a text
Send the cash, too
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
Send the funds
If you don't want me in a bad mood
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
What can I do with a text
Send the cash, too
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
Send the funds
If you don't want me in a bad mood
Riddle me this
Do I look like a minimum chick?
Why would I accept bare minimum shit
(Never)
I like floatin' near Almafi on a yacht
In a minimum fit
Doin' the most
But only cover my bits
I'm always
Surrounded by a couple men
You might know a few
Christian, Louis, Givenchy and Versace, too
But don't forget my Brandon Blackwood and Telfeezy
Bitches see the drip and lose they breath
I got 'em wheezy
Imagine thinking you would find me any tier but the top
I don't settle, I'm the cream of the crop
Not the kettle or pot
Think I'd stop, but I'm not
Tell me no, get the chop
Hatin' hoes get the block
And he
Like it when I act sweet
So I'm never mean
He gon' pay for me and my team
Cuz' I made him fiend
Told him make it rain
The floor I'm a need a green
It's my birthday
I deserve to make a fucking scene
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
What can I do with a text
Send the cash, too
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
Send the funds
If you don't want me in a bad mood
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
What can I do with a text
Send the cash, too
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
Send the funds
If you don't want me in a bad mood
Happy birthday shawty?
I know he did not send a text with no apple pay
Where is the money?
No money for my nails? For my hair? What?
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them fuckin' racks through
I need a couple bands
And a Fendi bag too
Couple hundred on the lashes
I don't fuck with lashes glue
And I barely fuck with you
Cuz' I had to ask you
And that's true
Cuz' what you won't do
The next nigga will
Don't know where you want to die
But it ain't on this hill
I been out the game
But I'm a MVP in this field
Keep my hot girl under wraps
But it can be a reveal, nigga
Huh
And I go harder than steel, nigga
Wanted like a mid-80s DeVille
When I say that I want it
Best believe that I'ma have that
I'ma always exchange niggas like it's NASDAQ
Why would I settle when
I can have it my way?
Anyone don't like it
I'ma put 'em on the highway
Now you gone with the wind
Like a fly away
It's my birthday
I deserve to have it my way
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
What can I do with a text
Send the cash, too
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
Send the funds
If you don't want me in a bad mood
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
What can I do with a text
Send the cash, too
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
Send the funds
If you don't want me in a bad mood
Riddle me this
Do I look like a minimum chick?
Why would I accept bare minimum shit
(Never)
I like floatin' near Almafi on a yacht
In a minimum fit
Doin' the most
But only cover my bits
I'm always
Surrounded by a couple men
You might know a few
Christian, Louis, Givenchy and Versace, too
But don't forget my Brandon Blackwood and Telfeezy
Bitches see the drip and lose they breath
I got 'em wheezy
Imagine thinking you would find me any tier but the top
I don't settle, I'm the cream of the crop
Not the kettle or pot
Think I'd stop, but I'm not
Tell me no, get the chop
Hatin' hoes get the block
And he
Like it when I act sweet
So I'm never mean
He gon' pay for me and my team
Cuz' I made him fiend
Told him make it rain
The floor I'm a need a green
It's my birthday
I deserve to make a fucking scene
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
What can I do with a text
Send the cash, too
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
Send the funds
If you don't want me in a bad mood
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
What can I do with a text
Send the cash, too
Fuck a happy birthday
Send them racks through
Send the funds
If you don't want me in a bad mood
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