Hey, London, can you bring me a lighter real quick?

That might be my tag for my producer shit

When I start makin′ beats(This shit need to be on film)

Oh I'm goin′ in, let me do the whole song

(What's the problem?)

It's my birthday, hey

It′s my birthday, hey

She gon′ get to twistin' on the pole with her legs

Please don′t get it twisted, mmm, this bitch about her bread

Tried to give her Hennessy, she want a Perc' instead

These bitches love my energy, they want me in they bed

I′m the biggest joker, need a bitch like Harley Quinn

Ain't fishin′ for no bitches, I'm like Nemo with one fin

Keep thinkin' with your dick and we gon′ put it on your head

A brother in the other room, puttin′ a bitch to bed

I told this nigga he gotta stop fuckin' on my friends

He looked at me, he dropped a bean, he said "I got a plan"

Add them bitches up, okay, you do the math, aye

Let me do me, you do the other half, yeah

I done got to the point where I ain′t gotta ask

What the fuck is your point? All my bitches bad

Order on Wednesdays, put it on my tab

Fuck a Throwback Thursday, I ain't goin′ out sad

And your one night only done turned into a bag

Your Nissan Altima, it turned into a Jag'

Hmm, yeah

It′s my bitch, yeah

It's my birthday, yeah

She just started, say it's her first day, hey

Yeah, it′s her first day, oh woah

She get retarded, she get freaky

She′s so bossy, she ain't easy

She ain′t with that he-or-she-said

She just wanna party, yeah, go DJ

Bitch, you know I'm ballin′, you ain't in my league

I walk in unbothered, don′t you bother me

Watch how you talkin' when approachin' me

A nigga tried it and we left him with a injury

When I was on the East, they ain′t even notice me

I got my mink on, but I take it off, roll up my sleeves (What′s up?)

Before I blew up, I passed out off some bubbly (Some bubbly)

I fell out in the White House, I felt like Hillary (I felt like Hillary)

Dead presidents got me shivering (What's up?)

I′m beyond cold because of my grandmother's remedies

Know our niggas take you out your misery

Are you gon′ bust it open for my niggas who ain't make it here?

I know you wanna go some places, baby, I can take you there

I got a lotta acres, got a crib and it′s spacious there

Been workin' on myself, I haven't mastered my patience yet

She been workin′ on herself, tryna build up her credit score

This mob, we gon′ hustle on our tippy toes

She know it's survival, she gon′ dance on her tippy toes

Candlelight dinner, she leave a nigga bloody rose

Coked-out nigga, she gon' leave him with a stuffy nose

Learned this shit from my grandma, she used fuck with hoes

Learned this shit from my grandma, she used fuck with stoves

Six years old, they thinkin′ I ain't know

I′m at the sidewalk like "What up? What you need? What you want"

If I wasn't rappin' then, I would be sellin′ clothes

My nigga said if he weren′t rappin', naw, he still sellin′ bowls

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Niggas can't fuck around

Bitch ass niggas look, I′m done with the song