[ Featuring Rico Nasty ]
I could be a sugar daddy, but I'd rather not
That's how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
I could be a sugar daddy, but I'd rather not
That's how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
Shawty want a first class flight or a jet
I put her on Spirit if she can, South West
Look, baby, I ain't one of these oldheads
If you give me Blac Chyna I'ma leave you on read
My money is my money so I put it in my sock
Here's some advice, bitch, go get a job
Shawty can't stand, even with ten toe
That's why she got a Cash App and a Venmo
I'm Mike, Bad, Thriller, nigga
Dirty Diana's always in my dresser
La de da de da da da da da da
I'm the hubby bebopa undercover
I got racks on racks on racks
And you know facts on facts on facts
Golddiggers want an all access pass
So she give me all access to that ass
I could be a sugar mama, but I'd rather not
That's how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot
I could be a sugar mama, but I'd rather not
That's how I keep my money, baby, I got me a lot (a lot)
Sex sells, spend it on my retail
You gotta pay attention to the details
Always money when I check my email
Hotel by the seashore, got plenty seashells
I ain't got time for the he-say-she-say
I just bought my own car and I ain't lease it
I can spend it on you but I ain't easy
He want me to buy him shoes, he ain't worth shoestrings
When I get into the show let me pull a few strings
Put the boy on game, he could learn a few things
Every old nigga talk the same old game
Selfish with my money and that shit won't change
You would think he went to school with the head game
I'ma let him break the rules if the head straight
But I'm good, I don't really need the deadweight (nah)
I don't really need the deadweight, for real
We could be your sugar parents, but we'd rather not
We got a lot of money, baby, I know you wanna rock
We could be your sugar parents, but we'd rather not
We got a lot of money, baby, I know you wanna rock
