Your straight white teeth
Your vintage tee
Not hard to see that your daddy's got money
The psych degree
You got for free
Is judging me like your daddy's got money
It's nothing new
Lucky you
You're at home on your thrown all alone
But your friends aren't coming what to do
Don't you wish they would see you for you
Not your daddy's money
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Oh whoah
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Whoah
You're so boujee
Your hot green tea
You spend gold stars heavy metal money
You think it's cute
That attitude
A crowded room left the tv running
When you're all alone
And you feel like nobody knows
That your drowning yourself in pinot
Wondering why you're still single
Yeah it's nothing new
Lucky you
You're at home on your thrown all alone
But your friends aren't coming what to do
Don't you wish they would see you for you
Not your daddy's money
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Oh whoah
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Whoah
When you're in your bed
And your all up inside your head again
You think you hear your phone but
It turns out that it was dead again
You cry yourself to sleep
As you're wondering where your friends have been
But people never like to be
Treated like they are lesser than
You
You're at home on your thrown all alone
But your friends aren't coming what to do
Don't you wish they would see you for you
Not your daddy's money
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
You're all alone
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Oh
But your friends aren't coming
Daddys Money Video (MV)
Performed By: Monica Elief
Written by: Curtis Douglas, Marc Schneider, Monica Kacar, Savvy Giersch, Shayan Amiri
Monica Elief - Daddys Money Lyrics
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Your straight white teeth
Your vintage tee
Not hard to see that your daddy's got money
The psych degree
You got for free
Is judging me like your daddy's got money
It's nothing new
Lucky you
You're at home on your thrown all alone
But your friends aren't coming what to do
Don't you wish they would see you for you
Not your daddy's money
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Oh whoah
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Whoah
You're so boujee
Your hot green tea
You spend gold stars heavy metal money
You think it's cute
That attitude
A crowded room left the tv running
When you're all alone
And you feel like nobody knows
That your drowning yourself in pinot
Wondering why you're still single
Yeah it's nothing new
Lucky you
You're at home on your thrown all alone
But your friends aren't coming what to do
Don't you wish they would see you for you
Not your daddy's money
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Oh whoah
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Whoah
When you're in your bed
And your all up inside your head again
You think you hear your phone but
It turns out that it was dead again
You cry yourself to sleep
As you're wondering where your friends have been
But people never like to be
Treated like they are lesser than
You
You're at home on your thrown all alone
But your friends aren't coming what to do
Don't you wish they would see you for you
Not your daddy's money
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
You're all alone
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Oh
But your friends aren't coming
Your vintage tee
Not hard to see that your daddy's got money
The psych degree
You got for free
Is judging me like your daddy's got money
It's nothing new
Lucky you
You're at home on your thrown all alone
But your friends aren't coming what to do
Don't you wish they would see you for you
Not your daddy's money
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Oh whoah
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Whoah
You're so boujee
Your hot green tea
You spend gold stars heavy metal money
You think it's cute
That attitude
A crowded room left the tv running
When you're all alone
And you feel like nobody knows
That your drowning yourself in pinot
Wondering why you're still single
Yeah it's nothing new
Lucky you
You're at home on your thrown all alone
But your friends aren't coming what to do
Don't you wish they would see you for you
Not your daddy's money
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Oh whoah
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Whoah
When you're in your bed
And your all up inside your head again
You think you hear your phone but
It turns out that it was dead again
You cry yourself to sleep
As you're wondering where your friends have been
But people never like to be
Treated like they are lesser than
You
You're at home on your thrown all alone
But your friends aren't coming what to do
Don't you wish they would see you for you
Not your daddy's money
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
You're all alone
Daddy's money
Da-daddy's money
Oh
But your friends aren't coming
Writer: Curtis Douglas, Marc Schneider, Monica Kacar, Savvy Giersch, Shayan Amiri
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid