T.D.A. - The Cool Kids, A-Trak, Larry June

Woah

My phone was off

I ain’t see yo call

I ain’t just tryin' to smash

I’m trying to do some yoga with you

I’m trying to watch insecure

Nah baby I don’t know that girl

I think she go with Kodak Black

Fuck that girl, I just wanna vibe with you

Think of things you and I could do

We get sashimi

how she kicking your bitch out of the party whenever she see me

One and a two and a three and a four

Counting my scratch like I’m keying a car

What’s the occasion, why you at the bar with your friends

You wanna tell me again?

You know that it’s my birthday

My friends bought a table and a bottle of spades

Dress fitting right so I can show off my shape

I’m a couple glasses in, shaking ass on the table

Talking about it’s your birthday

(It's my birthday)

You ain’t gotta pay

(I ain’t gotta pay)

Oh you got a man?

(Yeah I got a man)

Where he at then?

(I dunno, I dunno)

It’s your birthday

(It's my birthday)

You got a new thang

(I got a new thang)

Bought a few friends

(Bought a few friends)

You want a new Benz?

(I want a new Benz)

Well work

New outfit and them heels match with it

Got your hair done now your nails getting painted

Its yo day, do yo thang

Babysitter with yo children

Fina quit with yo babydaddy get you a new nigga

Wassup, they ain’t matching up

I can see you from the front

¿Cómo te llama?

You want it I got it

A couple of commas like hundreds of dollars

(A hundreds of dollars?) A thousand a dollars

I don’t even feel like talking about it

Work Work

Work like you wana run away or something

Buss like it’s your birthday on a Sunday

Work it out like you was hikin', runnin'

Grab your friend bring that drink and come hit up my function

Maybe gonna spend a lil money

Fifty’s and hundreds ain’t nothing

Strip out yo birthday suit

Where I can see that ass pose from the front end

Girl yeah you so fine, you so fine you blow my mind

Drop it down, it get ugly show them other girls, it’s nothing

Keisha, Neisha, Rhonda, Theresa

One hoe, two hoe, three hoes, I’m eating

She at the shows front row going stupid

The first time I met her

It might be the solid gold in my teeth

It might be the Valentines on my feet

Sock it to me

You did good baby (good job Larry!)

Woke up in the mansion real healthy livin'

On my way to Miami in these Gucci denims

Cars with no limit

Lobster tails, with a lil' lemon

Cracked my rim leaving Monterey hittin' 120

Slide to the O hit my nigga OX, what it do

Baby I ain’t never met a women that was like you

That’s what I told her when I seen her

She lookin' like real some work

So it sucks for me to tell you that this’d never work

Damn

Goddamn

Sock it to me

Shit!