Lyrics of 'Birthday Cake / Pour It Up / Numb / Bitch Better Have My Money (Live)' by Rihanna

[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