Birfday - Snowman

Just know I’m buying what the fuck I want

You know I ain’t playing, bitch

They ask me what I wanna be for Halloween

I said, «You know that I’m playing rich»

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

Every check born in '72, least that what the ‘verts say

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

Call me when we get this on, least that what the work say

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

If I was you be smoking, too, least that what the purp say

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

Take the cake and blow the candles off, least that what the

Word say

Can’t remember last night ‘cause I was going hard

Reminiscing ‘bout those years ago when I was selling hard

See, my homie hit me up, say she on a shopping spree

30 for the 36, yeah, that’s gonna be your fee

See, I’m tryna get these units off and a couple flying saucers

Come through with a Spanish piece, talk, I’m banging sosa

I know he thinking he done lost his mind or daddy lost his mind

What you know about him, know his pack too loud, turn it

Down, shorty ‘bout to get fine

Yeah, you hate niggas don’t know my mind, bad bitches all on

My line

Got yellow gold just to help me tell my time, keep the lean

Just to help me shine

Look, think I got some money on the way, what’s that, my

Nigga, got my ball, straight hitching

See that new black down head on the showroom floor

Well that motherfucker ‘bout to be missing, birthday

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

Every check born in '72, least that what the ‘verts say

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

Call me when we get this on, least that what the work say

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

If I was you be smoking, too, least that what the purp say

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

Take the cake and blow the candles off, least that what the word say

Every day my birthday, buy my bitch a purse day

Bang the hood faithfully like every day is turf day

Giuseppes, Giuseppes, Giusepes, Giuseppes, Giuseppes

My shoes cost more than your weed, you broke ass bitch please don’t text me

Would’ve been with a nigga, tryna caught a case with her Home boys won’t let me,

too many hits on the …

Yeah, I’m fucking with Jeezy now, yeah, I’m fucking on TC

Now

Crib in Atlanta, the label pay for it, yeah, that’s how they treat me now

Bust your life up ‘cause I did, I need a rich bitch to

Have my kids

Her biz is my biz and my biz is my biz

Giuseppes, Giuseppes, Giusepes, Giuseppes, Giuseppes

My shoes cost more than your weed, you broke ass bitch

Please don’t text me

Just know I’m buying what the fuck I want

You know I ain’t playing, bitch

They ask me what I wanna be for Halloween

I said, «You know that I’m playing rich»

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

Every check born in '72, least that what the ‘verts say

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

Call me when we get this on, least that what the work say

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

If I was you be smoking, too, least that what the purp say

Every day my birthday, every, every day my birthday

Take the cake and blow the candles off, least that what the

Word say