Happy Birthday

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