Birthday. Songtext
(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

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

Where would I be without your love?
You tell me
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
I don't know
Yeah