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 'Rarri, Smith and Wesson Made myself ballin', hold my credit card Speaking of credit, they all owe me, I got credit, yuh Vrrrm, vrrm, V12, y'all ain't ready at all 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 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh (I'm the father of six babies, you know what I'm sayin'?) New coupe, new shoes (new coupe, brand new shoes) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Red bottoms kicking shit, I'm flossing on you fools Cameltoe big, I see the print inside her suit Rose gold my jewelry up, and I'm in and out it too Fuck 'em by the 2, and let them travel with a few All this fuckin' money had me switchin', now, bye, boo 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 pot, 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 on, I'm at Met Gala (I'm 'bout to spaz) Ain't playin' geek, yeah, I want every problem (I'm 'bout to spaz) 2,000 for the newest snake collar Been a swagger, had dollar Raw clean, Balmain ('c'mon, let's get it! ') Vintage swag (vintage hoe) new Celinés (just want my glasses) Hands dirty Watch me turn them clean Lil shawty hot (magic) Kerosene I'ma kill By Any Means Favorite sound: Ching, ching! I spray her face with my genes 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 is McQueen Patek for my queen Gambling for these coins Mattress in front of the swing Private jet living (pussy ass nigga) I'm on go like beam (I'ma go) New backwoods, no strings I put ice in my cup Indoor 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 Ooh New coupe, new shoes Red bottoms kicking, yeah, I'm flossing on you fools Cameltoe big, I see the print inside the suit Rose gold my jewelry up, and I'm in and out it too Fuck 'em by the 2, let them drive in with a few