Birthday

Sweater weather, drinks cold and my fit hot Need a Lucia, cruise the coast in a Fiat Butter chicken down the hatch with my feet up We in them places they could never even dream of It's just the homegirls, ain't no real vibes left Used to be the sweetest thing, shout to Wyclef Now she wanna go up, that's the mindset That's okay with me, leave it in the past tense, huh Cup strong, call it Bobby Lashley Sorry I forgot your name Tiffany or Ashley? Under bright lights, promise I won't get no sleep Like the way that you designed, so you know I had to speak on it Cadillac body, had a surgeon put some Ds on it I like A, B, Cs, yeah, they all goddess You know I'm drama-free baby, I promise But let your ex know that he ain't invited It's your birthday We gone party But your boo is acting up in the worst way Who the hell invited them? Ban them to the shadow realm It's your birthday It's a great day So, forget the bad times and the melees Bottles of the Chardonnay All our problems far away They far away Let me catch my breath I hope your birthday special I hope the good Lord bless you I hope a hater don't stress you Wait, can I flex too? (Yah!) It's not even my birthday and I feel like a boss Caught it when I wasn't looking, feel like Randy Moss Rumor is she got that water, yeah, she got (You got it) Take her shop (You got it) On my jock (You got it) Which bag will I hop in off the scotch? Hope it's one where I still see the plot If I like her, I take her to the Korean spot If I love her, we going to the halal truck Hulked up, Hpnotiq with the Henny, damn Bulked up, now she rub me like a genie lamp Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah It's your birthday, hands in the air Hands in the air Hands in the air Hands in the air Hand, hands in the air Hands in the air Hands in the air Hands in the air Hand, hands in the air Bright lights, promise I won't get no sleep Bright, bright, bright lights, promise I won't get no sleep Bright, bright lights, promise I won't get no sleep Bright, bright, b–bright, bright Lights, lights, lights It's your birthday We gone party But your boo is acting up in the worst way Who the hell invited them? Ban them to the shadow realm It's your birthday It's a great day So, forget the bad times and the melees Bottles of the Chardonnay All our problems far away They far away