[Intro: Tamika Scott]
Trina!
Rasheeda!
Gloss!
T Scott!
I got my girls!
(That's right, that’s right)
Say Ahh Remix!
 
[Chorus: Tamika Scott]
Yeah boy, it's my birthday
And my body's lookin’ tasty
Say ahh, say ahh
Yeah boy, it's my birthday
And my body's lookin' tasty
Say ahh, say ahh
 

[Verse 1: Trina]
Trina!
Order all them bottles for my clique, full of models
We party like rockstars, you buyin' the whole bar
What's that in your pants? [?] your drink, that you goin'
'Cause you’re harder than a rock, on my cheeks when I’m moving
I only sip slow, real ladies don't swallow
You wanna tear it up, then don’t call tomorrow
Sorry, don't follow, but I know what you need
One shot of my liquor, have you on your hands and knees
Beging me "please", please, can you get another taste?
Open up, say ahh, let me put it in your face
Right on your lips, don't it taste so sweet?
You done came [?], feenin' for me every week
[Chorus: Tamika Scott]
Yeah boy, it’s my birthday
And my body's lookin' tasty
Say ahh, say ahh
Yeah boy, it's my birthday
And my body's lookin' tasty
Say ahh, say ahh
 
[Verse 2: Tamika Scott]
I'm thick like a video vixen
The way my ass is jigglin', I got you trippin'
I'm a lady, so you you wanna see [?]
So, I got you trickin'
The DJ's playin' my favorite song
So I'm leavin' VIP, headed straight for the dance floor
I'm lookin' at your eyes, like you're looking at a peep show
I hope you're bigger than your ego
Since we in the club for now
I might make you buy another round
I see it ain't nothin' in my cup
So baby boy, won't you go fill it up?
(Fill it up, baby)
 
[Chorus: Tamika Scott]
Yeah boy, it's my birthday
And my body's lookin' tasty
Say ahh, say ahh
Yeah boy, it's my birthday
And my body's lookin' tasty
Say ahh, say ahh
 
[Verse 3: Rasheeda]
Okay, he wanna get inside my G-String
Love it when I do my boss chick thing
Presidential is the statis, he wanna taste the baddest
Not on the first night, but we can pop a few
Slow down, damn! This ain't Mountain Dew
I won't get too sloppy
I'm too fly, baby, too cocky
Daddy tryna top me out my [?]
Start to sound a lot like a groupie
And we don't do that there
All my independent chicks, put your drinks in the air
 
[Verse 4: Gloss Da Boss]
We don't buy no drinks at the bar
We [?] for the homies like we in the backyard
Ciroc cranberry, whip it like Betty Crocker here
And he sayin' "oh let's do it", like (Waka Flocka)
Waste not one, but we sippin' till the last drop
He tellin' me to say ahh, pose like [?]
Eyes on me since I stepped in the club
Turn this to a foam party, 'cause all I see are bums
Mouth open wide like all 3 strings
It's time for a QuikTrip, we runnin' on E
Since I'm the boss, he ain't check my ID
'Cause I been here all night, and I'm only 19
 
[Chorus: Tamika Scott]
Yeah boy, it's my birthday
And my body's lookin' tasty
Say ahh, say ahh
Yeah boy, it's my birthday
And my body's lookin' tasty
Say ahh, say ahh