"Birthday" lyrics
(feat. Stefflon Don)
Say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Yeah, ayy)
Mm-hmm, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, ayy)
Say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Yeah, ayy)
My birthday, my birthday, yeah, yeah (Yeah, ayy)
Tell me if you got time, I need you for hours, babe (Oh, bae)
Tell me that it's mine, I'll never ever slice my cake, mm, mm-hmm, hmm
You get Off-White, Jordan, Birkin, we go the whole way
Ready, get you what you want
I told the DJ play your favorite song (Ooh)
Puttin' you in Gucci then I put you in your thong
But no joke, my baby told me, "Can I buy you Christmas?"
I knew from what's your number, 4-3-2, you're the one
It can be a weekday (Yeah), make you stronger on your weak days, yeah (Yeah)
I can your Hov, you Beyoncé, I make every day your B-day, yeah (Yeah)
Make me wanna change your last name (Yeah)
Don't give no one else my nickname, yeah (Yeah)
Take you on a shopping spree with me, let me spoil you the long way, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your-
Ooh, it's your birthday (Birthday)
Champagne sippin', you no thirsty
Gyal, your body bad, nuh need nuh runway
Seven days the week, yeah, nobody nuh fi come play
Face, nobody come clean like I do
Ball til' the mornin' fi open and close
Say love 'pon yuh hand, badda than a bag ah man
Haffi tun on every fun, anytime yuh position
Walk out you a trophy, you know nolly (Nolly)
Get di ring like yuh name Kobe (Kobe)
And yuh smell sweet, if the name Rosie
You are the one and only
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
You know that you make me wanna change (Change)
And spend it all on you (Mm-hmm, spend it all on me)
And give it all to you
You know that you make me wanna change (Oh, yeah)
And spend it all on you (Spend it all on me, mm-hmm)
And give it all to you, mm-hmm, ooh, woah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your-
Oh-oh, oh-oh
It's my birthday
And I feel good
Yeah, yeah
Mm-hmm, oh, oh, oh (Yeah, ayy)
Say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah" (Yeah, ayy)
My birthday, my birthday, yeah, yeah (Yeah, ayy)
Tell me if you got time, I need you for hours, babe (Oh, bae)
Tell me that it's mine, I'll never ever slice my cake, mm, mm-hmm, hmm
You get Off-White, Jordan, Birkin, we go the whole way
Ready, get you what you want
I told the DJ play your favorite song (Ooh)
Puttin' you in Gucci then I put you in your thong
But no joke, my baby told me, "Can I buy you Christmas?"
I knew from what's your number, 4-3-2, you're the one
It can be a weekday (Yeah), make you stronger on your weak days, yeah (Yeah)
I can your Hov, you Beyoncé, I make every day your B-day, yeah (Yeah)
Make me wanna change your last name (Yeah)
Don't give no one else my nickname, yeah (Yeah)
Take you on a shopping spree with me, let me spoil you the long way, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your-
Ooh, it's your birthday (Birthday)
Champagne sippin', you no thirsty
Gyal, your body bad, nuh need nuh runway
Seven days the week, yeah, nobody nuh fi come play
Face, nobody come clean like I do
Ball til' the mornin' fi open and close
Say love 'pon yuh hand, badda than a bag ah man
Haffi tun on every fun, anytime yuh position
Walk out you a trophy, you know nolly (Nolly)
Get di ring like yuh name Kobe (Kobe)
And yuh smell sweet, if the name Rosie
You are the one and only
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ooh, yeah)
You know that you make me wanna change (Change)
And spend it all on you (Mm-hmm, spend it all on me)
And give it all to you
You know that you make me wanna change (Oh, yeah)
And spend it all on you (Spend it all on me, mm-hmm)
And give it all to you, mm-hmm, ooh, woah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your birthday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Monday to Sunday, yeah, yeah, yeah
Girl, it's your-
Oh-oh, oh-oh
It's my birthday
And I feel good
Yeah, yeah
Writer(s): Stephanie Victoria Allen, Gordon Egwu, Jason Lawrence Blake, Larry Cummings Kiala, Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri
