On My Birthday Lyrics - Troy Ave

Ay who celebratin a birthday? 

A one two, a one two 

Countin millions 

Not bad for a nigga from the mud 

I'm a pretty rich thug 

Word 

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 nigga let me demonstrate 

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 nigga let me demonstrate 

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Troy Ave the wave, all these niggas 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 niggas with a fuckin 30 

Make sure they feel it, ya fuckin 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 

Photos 

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 nigga let me demonstrate 

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 nigga let me demonstrate 

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 shit, 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 dick 

Ride for me baby, ride til you cum 

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 

Fuckin with some gangsta shit the long way 

All about the money like my song say 

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 nigga let me demonstrate 

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 nigga let me demonstrate 

Big bread and the big heart in my chest 

My pop gone now I'm shootin like Russell West 

Guarantee I'm scorin, young nigga ballin 

You'll hear about it one of these mornings 

And ain't no real niggas 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...