[Birthday Cake]

Come and put your name on it, put your name on itCome and put your name on it, your nameBet you wanna put your name on it, put your name on itCome and put your name on it, b-b-b-baby, huh

It’s not even my birthdayBut he wanna lick the icing offI know you want it in the worst wayCan’t wait to blow my candles out

He want that cakeCake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cakeCake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake(Bet you wanna put your name on it)Ooh, baby, I like it, you’re so excitedDon’t try to hide it, I’ma make you my bitchCake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cakeCake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake(Bet you wanna put your name on it)I know you wanna bite this, it’s so enticin’Nothing else like this, I’ma make you my bitchCake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cakeCake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cakeCake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cakeCake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

Remember how you did it?Remember how you fit it?If you still wanna kiss itC-c-come and get itSweeter than a rice cake, cake worth sippingKill it, tip it, cake, fill it

If you sexy and you know it, and you ain’t afraid to show itPut a candle on my motherfuckin’ back, baby, blow itLove the way you do when you do it like thatShow up with the stacks, raining racks on my rackWrap it up, wrap it up, boy, while I take thisTalk that talk, yeah, I knowCake, wish, cake, faceAnd it’s not even my birthdayAnd it’s not even my birthday

[Pour It Up]

Throw it up, throw it upWatch it all fall outPour it up, pour it upThat’s how we ball outThrow it up, throw it upWatch it all fall outPour it up, pour it upThat’s how we fall out

Strip clubs and dollar bills(And I still got my money)Patron shots, can I get a refill?(And I still got my money)Strippers goin’ up and down the pole(And I still got my money)4 o’clock and we ain’t goin’ home(‘Cause I still got my money)Money make the world go ’round(I still got my money)Bands make your girl go down(And I still got my money)Lot more where that came from(I still got my money)The look in your eyes, and know you want some(And I still got my money)

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohAll I see is signsAll I see is dollar signsOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohMoney on my mindMoney, money on my mindThrow it, throw it upWatch it fall out from the sky

Throw it up, throw it upWatch it all fall outPour it up, pour it upThat’s how we ball outThrow it up, throw it upWatch it all fall outPour it up, pour it upThat’s how we ball outThat’s how we ball outThat’s how we ball outThat’s how we ball out

[Numb]

(Let the champagne splashLet that man get cashLet that man get cashLet that man get cash)

EcstasyIn the airI don’t careIt can’t tell me nothingI’m imparedNo words for wear

‘Cause I’m going numbI’m going numbI’m going numbI’m going numbI’m going numb(Let the champagne splash)I’m going numb(Let that man get cash)I’m going numb(Let that man get cash)I’m going numb(Let that man get cash)

I’m going numbI’m going numbI’m going numbI’m going numbI’m going numb(Let the champagne splash)I’m going numb(Let that man get cash)I’m going numb(Let that man get cash)I’m going numb(Let that man get cash)

[Bitch Better Have My Money]

Yayo, yayoMula-laYayo

Bitch, better have my moneyY’all should know me well enoughBitch, better have my moneyPlease, don’t call me on my bluffPay me what you owe meBallin’ bigger than LeBronBitch, give me your moneyWho y’all think y’all frontin’ on?

Like brrap, brrap, brrap!Louis XIII and it’s all on me, nigga, you just bought a shotKamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me off the topShit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign carDon’t act like you forgot

I call the shots, shots, shotsLike brrap, brrap, brrapPay me what you owe meDon’t act like you forgot

Bitch, better have my moneyBitch, better have my moneyPay me what you owe meBitch, better have my, bitch, better have myBitch, better have my, bitch, better have myBitch, better have my money

Turn up to Rihanna while the whole club fuckin’ wastedEvery time I drop, I am the only thing y’all playin’In a drop top, doin’ hundred, y’all in my rearview mirror racin’Where y’all at? Where y’all at? Where y’all at? Where y’all at?

Like brrap, brrap, brrap!Louis XIII and it’s all on me, nigga, you just bought a shotKamikaze if you think that you gon’ knock me off the topShit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign carDon’t act like you forgot

I call the shots, shots, shotsLike brrap, brrap, brrapPay me what you owe meDon’t act like you forgot

Bitch, better have my moneyBitch, better have my moneyPay me what you owe meBitch, better have my, bitch, better have myBitch, better have my, bitch, better have my

Bitch, better have my moneyBitch, better have my moneyPay me what you owe meBitch, better have my, bitch, better have myBitch, better have my, bitch, better have myBitch, better have my money

Bitch, better have my moneyBitch, better have my moneyBitch, bitch, bitch, better have my moneyYo, that bitch better have my moneyHold up, my moneyYo, my moneyThat bitch better have my moneyBitch, better have my money