Sugar Mama Lyrics

Baby, what's my name?
Baby, what's my name?
Now you laying with a motherf*cker thinking that he got it
Digging in my wallet'
And a turquoise sidekick, tugging my side chick
The minute she know she a fly bitch
I never got used to the climate, I never got used to a wardrobe
I never got used to a bracelet, precious paintings on this whore's wall
Andy Warhol, light the coco, 'cause when I hop out of that four door
These bitches be taking my photo

I never got no money
It's cool 'cause he's my daddy
Bringing in the paper like I'm made off in the Gotty
Hopped off my whip wearing Balenciaga
Marjela for the weekdays, for the rest I'm wearing Prada

Every time I need him, he come through
Know just how I like it so he do it how we do
Don't ask no silly question 'cause he messed away the mood
Ask me if I like the way he hit it, I said true

Oh, yeah, come let me be your sugar mama
Right now, come let me be your sugar mama
Oh yeah, if you give it how I wanna
And I, I can be your sugar mama

Cash, I got that
Them racks, I got that
Them stacks, I got that
Yeah, let me be your sugar mama
Cash, I got that
Them racks, I got that
Them stacks, I got that
Yeah, let me be your sugar mama

He give it to me asap and'
Massages, bubble bath while I count my cases
Tell them niggas lay low 'cause they ain't nothing to me They ain't as good as me, myself and all my Louis

Every time I need him, he come through
Know just how I like it so he do it how we do
Don't ask no silly question 'cause he messed away the mood
Ask me if I like the way he hit it, I said true

Oh, yeah, come let me be your sugar mama
Right now, come let me be your sugar mama
Oh yeah, if you give it how I wanna
And I, I can be your sugar mama

Cash, I got that
Them racks, I got that
Them stacks, I got that
Yeah, let me be your sugar mama
Cash, I got that
Them racks, I got that
Them stacks, I got that
Yeah, let me be your sugar mama

You riding round with that'
These luxuries ain't anything
These girls, they see you crossing
Yeah, they know that you that nigga'

Every time I need him, he come through
Know just how I like it so he do it how we do
Don't ask no silly question 'cause he knows how I like the mood
Ask me if I like the way he hit it, I said true

Oh, yeah, come let me be your sugar mama
Right now, come let me be your sugar mama
Oh yeah, if you give it how I wanna
And I, I can be your sugar mama

Cash, I got that
Them racks, I got that
Them stacks, I got that
Yeah, let me be your sugar mama
Cash, I got that
Them racks, I got that
Them stacks, I got that
Yeah, let me be your sugar mama

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