Birthday Song - 2 Chainz, Kanye West

Yeah birthday, it’s your birthday

If I die bury me inside that

Louis store

They ask me what I do and who I do it for

And

How I come up with this crap up in the studio

All I want for my birthday is a

Big robot ho

All I want for my birthday is a big robot ho

When I die, bury

Me inside the Gucci store

When I die, bury me inside the Louis store

All I

Want for my birthday is a big robot ho

All I want for my birthday is a big

Robot ho

She got a big booty so I call her Big

Booty

Scrr.Scrr.

wrists moving, cooking, getting to it

I’m in the

Kitchen, yams everywhere

Just made a juug, I got bands everywhere

You the

Realest sucka breathing if I hold my breath

Referee, with the whistle

Brrrrrt, hold his tech

Extendo clip, extendo roll

When your girl leave me

She need a hair salon

Hair weave killer going on a trapathon

See I done

Had more bombs than Pakistan

Dope bomb, dro bomb, and a pill bomb

See

Sucka, I’m balling, you in will call

When I die, bury me inside the jewelry

Store

When I die, bury me inside the Truey store

True to my religion, two

Everything I’m too different

So when I die, bury me next to two

Bitches

Ah, Jeezy Weezy how you do it

Huh

It’s my birthday, I deserve to be greedy huh

She holding out, she

Ain’t giving to the needy huh

You go downstairs and fall asleep with the TV

On

Ya’ll been together ten years, you deserve a ménage

Especially if you

Put that BMW in the garage

Especially if you paid a couple payments on her

Mamma crib

Went to her niece’s graduation, man I hate those kids

Last

Birthday she got you a new sweater

Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her

Do better

She said how bout I get you jewelry from the West End

How bout

She hit the Westin and get her best friend

I’m joking, I’m just serious, I

Asked her

Don’t be acting like no actress, if we preaching then we

Practice

Don’t be reaching, don’t be touching

We in MicJeezy’s

Benz

Cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian

It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday

Bad contest, you in first

Place

You in first place, you in first place

Bad contest, you in first

Place

I show up with a check to your work place

(Then hand the valet the

Keys to the Merces)

Tell the DJ play your song, this come on

(What I’m

Seeing from the back I can’t front on)

They ask me what I do and who I do it

For

When I die, bury me inside the club

Get it girl, get it girl, get it

Get it girl

I might switch it up and get your girl

Deuce and Ye

We like Snoop and Dre

Isn’t this your birthday

Baby

You deserve a coupe today

(You in first place, you in first

Place)

(Bad contest you in first place)