On My Birthday lyrics

[Intro]
Ay who celebratin a birthday?
A one two, a one two
Countin millions
Not bad for a n*gga 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*gga let me demonstrate

[Verse 1]
Troy Ave the wave, all these n*ggas 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*ggas with a f*ckin 30
Make sure they feel it, ya f*ckin 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*gga 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*t, 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 ass she for real thick
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my di*k
Ride for me baby, ride til you c*m
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*ckin with some gangsta sh*t 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*gga 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*gga ballin
You'll hear about it one of these mornings
And ain't no real n*ggas 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...