Birthday Boy - tobi lou, Zack Villere

I treat the minivan like it’s a coupé

I treat the dollar bill like it was two

I spent the last year inside a cocoon

Now I got wings and nothing to lose

I wanna go to your side of the moon

I treat that kitty cat like it were food

I had to thank God that I had a roof

Over my head, thank God for the juice

Birthday boy, birthday boy why is you sad?

Look like my momma than stunt like my dad

Get out my way 'fore I dunk on your ass

Please don’t test me, you don’t wanna do that

I don’t wanna drive so I jumped in the back

They playin' my song like I’m comin' to bat

She threw me a fatty so I took a hit

I do not miss when they sittin' like that

I’m major league when I’m hittin' like that

I tell the money to get in the bag

You can’t do numbers 'less you do the math

So I wanna spend it and get right back (you would think that I was)

Get right back, yeah, get right back

I wanna spend it then get it right back

I wanna spend it then get it right back

Like ooh, get it right back

Ooh, ooh, get it right back

I wanna spend it then get it-, wait, get it- right

Yo what’d you do with your birthday money?

Okay

Hundred on a wrist watch just to tell the time (time out)

Hundred on my baby just so she could shine (shine)

Ice on my neck send chills down my spine

Only way I can tell if I’m still alive

You would think that I was happy (It's only my third day out here)

It’s-it's- it’s my birthday

It’s my birthday, yeah

It’s my birthday, yeah, it’s my-

You would think that I was happy

But I’m not, woah, yeah yeah yeah

You would think that it’s my birthday (you would think that it’s my birthday)

But it’s not, but it’s not

Hundred on a wrist watch just to tell the time (time out)

Hundred on my baby just so she could shine (shine)

Ice on my neck send chills down my spine

Only way I can tell if I’m still alive

It’s-it's- it’s my birthday