BIRTHDAY.

[Intro]

(Dmac on the fuckin' track)

Uh, uh, uh, yeah, look (Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)

I say, where would I be without your love?

Nah, for real

[Verse]

Look, you hoes ain't fuckin' with my bitch on her worst day

She ain't never gotta ask for shit on her birthday

Every Monday, birthday, give a fuck about no workday

She pull up the worst way

Got her pullin' up G-Wag', don't know nothin' 'bout no C-Class

Double-C her bag, she want Kelly Hermès

Make these hoes so mad

I pull up in 'Raris where we used to sell dope at

Actin' like you gangster when you know that you ain't on that

Fuck around and whip, climb through your window like we Bruh-Man

Fuck her, then I leave, she can't believe I don't do no romancin'

All these niggas with me, they gon' step and we don't do no dancin'

Everything I get, I'm cashin' out, I don't do no financin'

Look, still in the city, they gon' have to ban me

She told me don't pull out and she gon' take a Plan B, yeah

She want me to fuck her out, but I feel like she playin' me

Ho want me to fuck her out, but I feel like she playin'

I'm not your other man

Look, this is where we stand, huh, I need some understandin'

See, he gon' fuck you when I can't, I'ma fuck you when I can

Ayy, every time I'm in the bank, I'm puttin' money in

Ayy, every time I'm in the bank, I'm talkin' nothin' but M's

Ayy, every time I'm on the drank, I pop another seal

Don't ask me 'bout no bitch, I don't know none of them

Ayy, if I ever pay for pussy, it for my parter them

[Outro]

Where would I be without your love?

You tell me

Fuck you talkin' 'bout?

I don't know

Yeah