[Intro | crowd noise, bass + drums steady] It’s a fake bish birthday. Lost my job, but got paid today. Don’t matter, I’ma celebrate. Ugh, ugh, look— [Verse 1 | trumpet + beat drops heavy] I’m lying ‘bout the date tonight, Screaming that it’s mine tonight. I’m so greedy, needy, reckless, Got no shame but still I shine. I want that free sht, Shots on your tab sht, And my toxic bishes, they pull up— Oh my goodness. Oh bish, I got fired and it’s like that, But the shots on ice make it bite back. It’s my birthday, (Well, not really…) But the cake taste sweet when you feed me. All the bosses throwing shade, But I’m out here getting paid, And if a hating ho forgot, Oh bish, we everything you not. [Chorus | horns punch in] ‘Cause it’s a fake bish birthday, What you tryna do tonight? Don’t matter, we gon’ get lit. You gon’ make a sad bish wanna play. Bring your whole crew tonight, The car service on the way. Ugh huh, Ugh huh, ugh huh, Ugh huh, ugh huh. [Trumpet Solo | call & response with crowd chants] (Blare! Blare! Blare-blare-blare!) (Shot! Shot! Shot!) [Verse 2 | groove nastier, playful] Big B-Day energy, It’s a made-up holiday just for me. It’s my birthday, That and those and these, I get what I want when I want. It’s my birthday, Even if I lied, bish, I still make the party look sweet. It’s my birthday, Damn I look good. Say I don’t— I wish a bish would. [Pre-Bridge Extension | stage antics] Climbin’ on the table, Dancin’ on the stage, DJ turn it louder, We gon’ misbehave. Boys line up, Get ready, get steady— Take them shots off my belly, belly, belly! [Bridge / Dancehall break] (Turn up the place!) Oh God, Got no paycheck but I still go hard. (What di bloodclaat) Pose off, Gyal you broke but you still got sauce. When this song come on, get loose. See the birthday girl? Point and shoot. You lying, baby, but it’s cute. [Trumpet Solo | wild + dirty sax overlay] [Final Chorus | all-in, chant with crowd] ‘Cause it’s a fake bish birthday, What you tryna do tonight? Don’t matter, I’ma get mine. You gon’ make a sad bish wanna slay. Bring your whole crew tonight, The car service on the way. [Outro Chant | stacked vocals + horns] Happy, happy birthday, Bish I said it’s my birthday. Happy, happy birthday, Call the shots, it’s my birthday. Happy, happy birthday, Even if it ain’t my day. Happy, happy birthday, Fake bish birthday. [Outro Trumpet Jam | fade out with crowd screaming]
