Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
K. Michelle
Vocals
Hitmaka
Programming
RockBoy Beats
Programming
Yung Ladd
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gabrielle Nowee
Songwriter
Hitmaka
Songwriter
Kimberly Pate
Songwriter
Safaree Samuels
Songwriter
Sonyae
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hitmaka
Producer
Ronnie "Lil Ronnie" Jackson
Executive Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
RockBoy Beats
Producer
Yung Ladd
Producer
Sauce Miyagi
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It's your birthday, baby, what you wanna do?
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches comin' through
Know I said I'd never do it, but I guess I lied
Roll a L, roll a L, fuck it, let's get high
It's your birthday, baby, what you wanna do?
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches comin' through
Know I said I'd never do it, but I guess I lied
Roll a L, pour the drink, fuck it, let's get right
[Verse 2]
Ooh, put your phone, now are you hearin' me?
Ooh, we gon' twelve play like it's '93
Ooh, body callin', 'bout to bump and grind
Hmm, breakfast in bed, ain't no wine and dine
Ooh, and you know I'm 'bout my privacy
Ooh, don't tell nobody this shit but me
This shit, I be into, only for you
Shit I be into
Only for you
[Verse 3]
It's your birthday, baby, what you wanna do?
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches comin' through
Know I said I'd never do it, but I guess I lied
Roll a L, roll a L, fuck it, let's get high
It's your birthday, baby, what you wanna do?
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches comin' through
Know I said I'd never do it, but I guess I lied
Roll a L, pour the drink, fuck it, let's get right
[Verse 4]
How it feel to be a winner?
Never a beginner
Tell 'em I'm a pretty sinner
Birthday suit is what you have for dinner
Don't fight me, I'm a pisces
Birthday cake up on his white tee
Turn downs unlikely
He's checkin' for me like I'm Nike
No spaghetti, throw confetti
To the ceiling, my Guiseppes
Hey, big head, you ready?
I need that sloppy toppy every
Really want me runnin', I'ma keep it a hunnid
They make me sick to my stomach, they gotta pay me my homage
Just like my name was Muhammad
I'm 'bout to Trump 'em like Donald
Big Mac-in', I'm Ronald, you better get at Tasana
I said these bitches is bums, they livin' off of they mama
But to tell you the truth, I ain't got nothing to prove
Bitches stealin' souls, I'm in first place
Come on, eat this cake, it's your birthday
[Verse 5]
It's your birthday, baby, what you wanna do?
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches comin' through
Know I said I'd never do it, but I guess I lied
Roll a L, roll a L, fuck it, let's get high
It's your birthday, baby, what you wanna do?
Got some bitches, got some pretty bitches comin' through
Know I said I'd never do it, but I guess I lied
Roll a L, pour the drink, fuck it, let's get right
[Verse 6]
Let's get high, baby
Let's get high, baby
Let's get high, baby
Is you a virgo?
Sagitarius, aquarius
'Cause I need some answers
Gemini or cancer, baby
Tell me, baby, baby
[Verse 7]
Happy birthday
Written by: Brian Dimetreis Pickens, Calvin James Price, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Gabrielle Nowee, Hitmaka, Kimberly Pate, Mark Hudson, Safaree Samuels, Sonyae, Sonyae Elise