Birthday Cake / Pour It Up / Numb / Bitch Better Have My Money (Live)

[Birthday Cake]

Come and put your name on it, put your name on it

Come and put your name on it, your name

Bet you wanna put your name on it, put your name on it

Come and put your name on it, b-b-b-baby, huh

It's not even my birthday

But he wanna lick the icing off

I know you want it in the worst way

Can't wait to blow my candles out

He want that cake

Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

(Bet you wanna put your name on it)

Ooh, baby, I like it, you're so excited

Don't try to hide it, I'ma make you my bitch

Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

Cake, 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 bitch

Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

Cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake, cake

Remember how you did it?

Remember how you fit it?

If you still wanna kiss it

C-c-come and get it

Sweeter than a rice cake, cake worth sipping

Kill it, tip it, cake, fill it

If you sexy and you know it, and you ain't afraid to show it

Put a candle on my motherfuckin' back, baby, blow it

Love the way you do when you do it like that

Show up with the stacks, raining racks on my rack

Wrap it up, wrap it up, boy, while I take this

Talk that talk, yeah, I know

Cake, wish, cake, face

And it's not even my birthday

And it's not even my birthday

[Pour It Up]

Throw it up, throw it up

Watch it all fall out

Pour it up, pour it up

That's how we ball out

Throw it up, throw it up

Watch it all fall out

Pour it up, pour it up

That'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, oh

All I see is signs

All I see is dollar signs

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Money on my mind

Money, money on my mind

Throw it, throw it up

Watch it fall out from the sky

Throw it up, throw it up

Watch it all fall out

Pour it up, pour it up

That's how we ball out

Throw it up, throw it up

Watch it all fall out

Pour it up, pour it up

That's how we ball out

That's how we ball out

That's how we ball out

That's how we ball out

[Numb]

(Let the champagne splash

Let that man get cash

Let that man get cash

Let that man get cash)

Ecstasy

In the air

I don't care

It can't tell me nothing

I'm impared

No words for wear

'Cause I'm going numb

I'm going numb

I'm going numb

I'm going numb

I'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 numb

I'm going numb

I'm going numb

I'm going numb

I'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, yayo

Mula-la

Yayo

Bitch, better have my money

Y'all should know me well enough

Bitch, better have my money

Please, don't call me on my bluff

Pay me what you owe me

Ballin' bigger than LeBron

Bitch, give me your money

Who y'all think y'all frontin' on?

Like brrap, brrap, brrap!

Louis XIII and it's all on me, nigga, you just bought a shot

Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top

Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car

Don't act like you forgot

I call the shots, shots, shots

Like brrap, brrap, brrap

Pay me what you owe me

Don't act like you forgot

Bitch, better have my money

Bitch, better have my money

Pay me what you owe me

Bitch, better have my, bitch, better have my

Bitch, better have my, bitch, better have my

Bitch, better have my money

Turn up to Rihanna while the whole club fuckin' wasted

Every 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 shot

Kamikaze if you think that you gon' knock me off the top

Shit, your wife in the backseat of my brand new foreign car

Don't act like you forgot

I call the shots, shots, shots

Like brrap, brrap, brrap

Pay me what you owe me

Don't act like you forgot

Bitch, better have my money

Bitch, better have my money

Pay me what you owe me

Bitch, better have my, bitch, better have my

Bitch, better have my, bitch, better have my

Bitch, better have my money

Bitch, better have my money

Pay me what you owe me

Bitch, better have my, bitch, better have my

Bitch, better have my, bitch, better have my

Bitch, better have my money

Bitch, better have my money

Bitch, better have my money

Bitch, bitch, bitch, better have my money

Yo, that bitch better have my money

Hold up, my money

Yo, my money

That bitch better have my money

Bitch, better have my money