Suga Daddy
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Little mama got old niggas and young niggas
Bringin' me figures, she's a fly chick so come and get her
And spend them big faces, spendin' chips in high places
You got to know what my taste is, handlin' much confetti
Handle my business when I'm ready
Makin' it last forever like my nigga Keith Sweat baby
We straight pimpin', meetin' them tricks who love to pay
And if I see them dollar signs you can't pass my way
Cause I'ma snatch ya, cause it ain't hard to catch ya
Just like somebody snatchers, I'm always out for the capture
And when it comes to my dough, you gotta pass the
Limit, cause there's no limit, to my digits
I put my smash into it, whenever it comes to my dough
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
Havin' a big trick on the side, you'll never be broke no lie
You'll have a sugar daddy long as you stay fly
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Yeah I saw you talkin' and wanted that
Thinkin' that my name is in the air and
On the strength I'm gettin' all of that
I been to the moon, ain't no fallin' back
It's just all in your head, game set, bitch follow that
Never pay that bitch, I'ma stick to my guns
Big dicks, fuck tricks and I'm sick without funds
I be that type of nigga feelin' low if I spend
And ain't payin' no college bitch car note or rent
But I will pay attention to your hints and clues
So I bob and weave and try to stick and move
Want cheddar bitch? Go ahead and stick what you do
I'm just givin' up game and not a goddamn shoe
But I love hoes shinin' when they come in the room
But you far away from layin', she top notch too
If you can own up to that and be my Benz and Caddy
Then I'll always be your sugar daddy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Well it's the queen of the regime, the NYC
Yvonne Dutch in capri jeans, no BCBG
I be breakin' Haitian niggas who be speakin' Swahili
Wanna treat me and eat me but never could beat me
Pimp niggas be too geeky, they way beneath me
See me in a coupe with TV so trick be easy
Nights far from a bitch that's sleazy
But a trick gon' see me with the car note and rent, believe me
Call me, Prada mama, Beverly Center, thousand dollar shopper
Ballers be poppin' bottles, still gettin' nada
Where them dollars at?
Me and Cap break stunners and them
Baller cats, real bitches holla back
So handcuff your man, read him his rights
This ass is in 7 jeans with bright, this regime for life
All I need is one night to get the ring with ice
I make a rich nigga leave his wife
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy
Sugar daddy, make me happy