Daddy's Birthday Lyrics

Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must've taught myself a million things
I'm out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe's dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

Yeah, bae I'm flexing, extension
Brand new Rari, Smith and Wesson
Made myself ballin, hold my credit card
Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh
Vrrrrr, V12, y'all ain't ready dog
Trapping beats I'm like hurry up and buy
Extra draco for my pops, 'cause his birthday 4th of July
I'm so busy it's making me feel like I'm in and out my kids' lives

Oooh
(I’m the father of six babies, you know what I'm sayin?)
New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes)
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I'm flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I'm in and out it too
Fuck them 'bout it too let them drive it with the few

[Post-hook]
All this fuckin money, has me switchin [???]
I'm livin right and they ain't ever read a book
Chanel vintage, you can put it on the books
The way I whip that body, they charging me with cruelty
Don't try to stop me, don't you try to knock me
You see me got these crackers in the back
You gotta forgive my heart, I don't mean to stunt like that (I don't mean to do that to you you know what I'm sayin)

Red bottoms, I'm at Met-Gala (I'm bout to spaz)
Ain't playin geek, I want every problem
Two thousand dollars for the newest snake collar
Been a swager, had dollar
Raw clean, Balmain (let's get it)
Vintage swag (vintage hoe), New Celinés (just want my glasses)
Hands dirty watch me turn them clean
Lil shawty hot, kerosene
I'ma kill by any means
Favorite sound ching ching
I'ma spray fake with my jeans
I'ma turn up with my team
New condo on 17 (new condo hoe)
I turn none to something (I turned nothin to somethin)
AP match my jeans
Converse and McQueen
Pedi for my queen
Gambling for these coins
Mattress from the swing
Private jet livin' (pussy ass nigga)
I'ma go like beam (Ima go)
New backwoods no strings
I put ice in my cup
New pool, no chlorine

Dropped out of school and brought myself a chain
I must've taught myself a million things
I'm out the trap I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear this hoe's dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate baby you gotta keep your teeth straight

Oooh
New coupe, new shoes
Red bottoms kicking, yeah I'm flossing on your pussy
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit
Rose gold, my jewelry I'm in and out it too
Fuck them 'bout it too let them drive it with the few