Troy Ave - On My Birthday lyrics

[Intro] Ay who celebratin a birthday? A one two, a one two Countin millions Not bad for a n***a from the mud I'm a pretty rich thug Word [Hook] x2 On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know God is great and the paper straight If you ain't seen a real n***a let me demonstrate [Verse 1] Troy Ave the wave, all these n***as shores Biting styles, flows all across the board Why I can't find friends like me Lord? Genuine love, loyal like a dog I ain't got a roof on a few Vs I ain't got no loot, spent it on a few keys Real dealers know work worth more than cash 300K for Coke, 400 bagged Traffic out of state for the bigger flip In a small town buyin bigger clips Runnin down on n***as with a f**in 30 Make sure they feel it, ya f**in heard me Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the door Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna know My favourite thing is dough, favourite word is "no" Favourite colour white, it represent the blow [Hook] x2 On my birthday lookin like I hit the lotto Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know God is great and the paper straight If you ain't seen a real n***a let me demonstrate [Verse 2] Dope Boy Troy a real gun clapper Don't ask me bout no bum rappers I only listen to my heart and my intuition I'm only hearin valid sh**, I ain't on no fiction Getting women like ya boy gofer Then I drive em crazy so I'm wearin loafers My newest boo like to wear a lot of Fendi She like the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny Legs match the a** she for real thick Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my dick Ride for me baby, ride til you cum Don't stop when you tired, stop when I'm done Versace sweatsuit on me it's velour I ain't sweatin though, I'm finessin boy f**in with some gangsta sh** the long way All about the money like my song say [Hook] x2 On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know God is great and the paper straight If you ain't seen a real n***a let me demonstrate [Verse 3] Big bread and the big heart in my chest My pop gone now I'm shootin like Russell West Guarantee I'm scorin, young n***a ballin You'll hear about it one of these mornings And ain't no real n***as mournin Let one come see me even when I'm tourin Ain't the first time, I been through it often Immersed in the shine, still issue coffins Troy Ave...