Happy Birthday
Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday…
Chorus
How you sad on your motherfuckin birthday?
Those days be the worst days
How you sad on your motherfuckin birthday, need to turn up
Those days be the worst days
But how you sad it’s your motherfuckin birthday?
Those days be the worst days
How you sad it’s your motherfuckin birthday, need to turn up
Those days be the worst days
Verse 1
How you sad on your motherfucking birthday?
Need to turn up, fuck it i’m down, fuck it i’m up and i’m with it
Need to get outta the house, only come out for the money
Run up a cheque and i bounce, she said she ain’t fucking money
But trust me you broke she gone run up and bounce, so i need like double amounts
Im trying to double my money
Need the double profits, need double deposits in different amounts
I need l like different accounts, ones for the bitches, and one for the whip
Fuck it i start to lose count, when im counting my problems
So im trying to roll up an ounce, im trying twist up a pack
I got your bitch the back, smoke then we fuck in the back, fuck then i ain't calling her back
Fuck it know a nigga going ghost
Bridge
I spend my days up in the clouds
I be so high but i feel so low, i do the most, im on a wave like im trying coast
Im off the drugs n im off the juice, im getting to close
Im getting to close, close to the edge
The end of the rope, the end of the road
The end of the road, but im going slow, i got it locked, like i had it loaded
Im trying pop in your area code/ and i just want gold
I just want gold
I just want flex these niggas and dip
I just need diamonds all over my wrist, and i need it all for we cease to exist
Chorus
How you sad on your motherfuckin birthday?
Those days be the worst days
How you sad on your motherfuckin birthday, need to turn up
Those days be the worst days
But how you sad it’s your motherfuckin birthday?
Those days be the worst days
How you sad it’s your motherfuckin birthday, need to turn up
Those days be the worst days
Verse 2
How you sad on your motherfucking birthday? Need to turn up
I just want money, i need it whipped, im thinking cream
I want it all, no in between, photo op, nigga i been on the scene
These nigga’s ain’t know me, ain't know what ive seen
Ain't know how im living ,ain't know what i dream
These niggas is fake, they ain't what they seem
And I know some bitches who’ll fuck you for clout, said hit her up when im on the tv
Send her pic or she won't believe me
Fuck you believe that, fuck it my nigga im on
On and im popping so she’ll never me leave
Believe that, got my juice pack, got the trees rolled, like i need that
Ah, nigga I need that!
Yo
I’m trying to ghost!
Bridge
I spend my days up in the clouds
I be so high but i feel so low, i do the most, im on a wave like im trying coast
Im off the drugs n im off the juice, im getting to close
Im getting to close, close to the edge
The end of the rope, the end of the road
The end of the road, but im going slow, i got it locked, like i had it loaded
Im trying pop in your area code/ and i just want gold
I just want gold
I just want flex these niggas and dip
I just need diamonds all over my wrist, and i need it all for we cease to exist
Chorus
How you sad on your motherfuckin birthday?
Those days be the worst days
How you sad on your motherfuckin birthday, need to turn up
Those days be the worst days
But how you sad it’s your motherfuckin birthday?
Those days be the worst days
How you sad it’s your motherfuckin birthday, need to turn up
Those days be the worst days
