Troy Ave – On My Birthday (Album Of The Summer Album)

God is great and the paper straight
She like the Grand Marnier that I mix with Henny
I only listen to my heart and my intuition
Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin heard me
Troy Ave…

I ain’t got no loot, spent it on a few keys
Ain’t the first time, I been through it often
Getting women like ya boy gofer
[Hook] x2
Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas shores

Ride for me baby, ride til you cum
[Hook] x2
[Verse 3]
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
Guarantee I’m scorin, young nigga ballin
All about the money like my song say
Not bad for a nigga from the mud
Don’t ask me bout no bum rappers
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
Dope Boy Troy a real gun clapper
A one two, a one two
Legs match the ass she for real thick
Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way
Genuine love, loyal like a dog
Countin millions
Versace sweatsuit on me it’s velour
Free money, free my dawgs out the yall know
Then I drive em crazy so I’m wearin loafers

[Hook] x2

If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
Favourite colour white, it represent the blow
[Verse 1]
300K for Coke, 400 bagged
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
I’m only hearin valid shit, I ain’t on no fiction
Traffic out of state for the bigger flip
Before I leave baby ask me what you tryna know
Big bread and the big heart in my chest
On my birthday looking like I hit the lotto
God is great and the paper straight
I ain’t sweatin though, I’m finessin boy
[Intro]

If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate

Let one come see me even when I’m tourin
God is great and the paper straight
Biting styles, flows all across the board
Runnin down on niggas with a fuckin 30
Real dealers know work worth more than cash
My favourite thing is dough, favourite word is "no"
I’m a pretty rich thug
I ain’t got a roof on a few Vs

Blowin on these (ballies?), headin out the door
And ain’t no real niggas mournin
Hoppin out my whip, hoppin on my dick
Immersed in the shine, still issue coffins
My pop gone now I’m shootin like Russell West
Don’t stop when you tired, stop when I’m done
Why I can’t find friends like me Lord?
[Verse 2]
Word
Ay who celebratin a birthday?
If you ain’t seen a real nigga let me demonstrate
In a small town buyin bigger clips
You’ll hear about it one of these mornings

On my birthday lookin like I hit the lotto
My newest boo like to wear a lot of Fendi