Daddy’s Birthday Young Thug

[Intro]
Just a typical day in New York, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm high as fuck, yeah
Diamonds on me

[Refrain]
Dropped out of school and bought myself a chain
I must've taught myself a million things
I'm out the trap, I can sell anything
I wish I would allow myself to hear that sold dream
I pray my daughter never ever experience no train
I told her Colgate, baby, you gotta keep your teeth straight

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bae, I'm flexing, ex textin' (Hold on, woah I'm just textin')
Brand new 'Rari, Smith and Wesson (Brand new 'Rari, woah, skrrt)
Made myself a balla, want my credit, yuh
Speaking of credit, bailiff owe me, I got credit, yuh
Vrrrm, V12, y'all ain't ready at all (Skrrt)
Trapping B's, I'm like "hurry up and buy"
Extra Draco for my pops, 'cause his birthday 4th of July
I'm so busy it's making me feel like I'm in and out my kids' lives (Hey!)

[Chorus]
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (I'm the father of six babies)
Oooh (You know what I'm sayin?)
New coupe, new shoes (New coupe, brand new shoes)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Red bottoms, I'm kicking shit, I'm flossing on you fools
(Flossin' on you)
Cameltoe big, I see the print inside her suit (Cameltoe)
Rose gold my jewelry up, and I'm in and out it too (In and out it)
Fuck 'em by the two and let them travel with a few (Fuck 'em hoes)