Birthday (Remix)

[Intro: Brisco]

Flo Rida got a story to tell (Story to tell, story to tell)

[Verse 1: Flo Rida]

There once was a man that lived in a shoe

Next to a bakery that I knew

His excuse, he had a sweet tooth

Ever since the days of his youth

I love cake, he said me too

Tastes so good I drive in the coupe (Every day)

Traffic come through (every day)

Capture that loot

For some strange reason, that shop never close

And everybody leave have powder on thеy nose

Dunk in line, Betty Crockеr bank row

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

We eatin' every day, go check my resume

I'm blowing Mary Jane, off in this 7 tre

Yea I got 20 whips, close to 40 women

So I get plenty lips, I love swimmin'

I'm shinin' every day, you shinin' once a year

Multi millionaire, I had a monster year

We own monster trucks, so ya we crush your haters

Never squashin beef, got too much pape

You don't know, you better look around

Poe boy's the biggest crooks in town

Hood niggas like put me down

Fifty grand just to put me now

Rollin up on the good weed now

Who you hoes call and fuck me now

Baddest chicks wanna fuck me now

They screamin' loud like it's a damn touchdown

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

I could spend a hundred thousand in a day

Getting cake every day, every day (every day)

Comin through yo hood in that 7 tre

Getting cake every day (er day), every day (every day)

I told ya'll, I don't want no cake on my birthday

I want my cake er day (man), er day (man)

I could spend a hundred thousand in a day

Getting cake every day (every day), every day (every day)

[Verse 3: Flo Rida]

I don't want cake on the day I was born

I want my cake like I woke up in yawn

Flo Rida fought like a cat play with yarn

Look at my stacks I hatin the thorn

Rubber bands on the hundred grand

I'm in love with that cake from oven man

I'm in a trap with a bakin' that oven man

Cristal, rose keep bubblin'

If you ain't talkin' bout your birthday

You ain't probably had cake in the first place

I go hard until the block get first aid

Do my part and Poe Boy my birth place stallin the block like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

I'm still in the hood, ain't got away

Carol City all good in M.I.A

I'm on my grind, I gotta have my dunk in line's

Betty Crocker on my mind, everyday, 365

Flo Rida own the bakery line

Look at them? chasin me now

I'm gettin domes for basically dimes

Do what I want I got dollar signs

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

I could spend a hundred thousand in a day

Getting cake every day, every day (every day)

Comin through yo hood in that 7 tre

Getting cake every day (er day), every day (every day)

I told ya'll, I don't want no cake on my birthday

I want my cake er day (man), er day (man)

I could spend a hundred thousand in a day

Getting cake every day (every day), every day (every day)

[Verse 4: Brisco]

Happy Birthday, baby

What's your birth place, where your birth ma

What's your zodiac and birthday day

Who gettin money, that's the only cake I ever knew

50 thousand the closest thing to candles I ever blew

I close my eyes, made a wish and it came true

Now I'm rockin clubs, arenas and all the bigger venues

Everyday we ballin', tippin that Phantom price

Hit the club I come out wearin all the ice

I know the wrist enticing, like the Bentley bright

Somthin like a big song lightin it, wrist came hard

And I can do it again, see Flo Rida like my brother

Yeah, he my twin

[Chorus: Flo Rida]

I could spend a hundred thousand in a day

Getting cake every day, every day (every day)

Comin through yo hood in that 7 tre

Getting cake every day (er day), every day (every day)

I told ya'll, I don't want no cake on my birthday

I want my cake er day (man), er day (man)

I could spend a hundred thousand in a day

Getting cake every day (every day), every day (every day)

[Outro: Rick Ross]

Boss

Yeah, it's a hit baby

Flo Rida, we rich homie

Poe Boy Entertainment

Ricky Ross, Triple C's

We eatin every day man, don't get that fucked up

We got the maybachs on deck, V12's on deck

S 65's on deck and yachts on deck

Yeah, boss