Leaf - Sugar Mama Lyrics
Baby, what's my name?Baby, what's my name?Now you laying with a mother*****er thinking that he got itDigging in my wallet'And a turquoise sidekick, tugging my side chickThe minute she know she a fly *****I never got used to the climate, I never got used to a wardrobeI never got used to a bracelet, precious paintings on this whore's wallAndy Warhol, light the coco, 'cause when I hop out of that four doorThese *****es be taking my photoI never got no moneyIt's cool 'cause he's my daddyBringing in the paper like I'm made off in the GottyHopped off my whip wearing BalenciagaMarjela for the weekdays, for the rest I'm wearing PradaEvery time I need him, he come throughKnow just how I like it so he do it how we doDon't ask no silly question 'cause he messed away the moodAsk me if I like the way he hit it, I said trueOh, yeah, come let me be your sugar mamaRight now, come let me be your sugar mamaOh yeah, if you give it how I wannaAnd I, I can be your sugar mamaCash, I got thatThem racks, I got thatThem stacks, I got thatYeah, let me be your sugar mamaCash, I got thatThem racks, I got thatThem stacks, I got thatYeah, let me be your sugar mamaHe give it to me asap and'Massages, bubble bath while I count my casesTell them niggas lay low 'cause they ain't nothing to meThey ain't as good as me, myself and all my LouisEvery time I need him, he come throughKnow just how I like it so he do it how we doDon't ask no silly question 'cause he messed away the moodAsk me if I like the way he hit it, I said trueOh, yeah, come let me be your sugar mamaRight now, come let me be your sugar mamaOh yeah, if you give it how I wannaAnd I, I can be your sugar mamaCash, I got thatThem racks, I got thatThem stacks, I got thatYeah, let me be your sugar mamaCash, I got thatThem racks, I got thatThem stacks, I got thatYeah, let me be your sugar mamaYou riding round with that'These luxuries ain't anythingThese girls, they see you crossingYeah, they know that you that nigga'Every time I need him, he come throughKnow just how I like it so he do it how we doDon't ask no silly question 'cause he knows how I like the moodAsk me if I like the way he hit it, I said trueOh, yeah, come let me be your sugar mamaRight now, come let me be your sugar mamaOh yeah, if you give it how I wannaAnd I, I can be your sugar mamaCash, I got thatThem racks, I got thatThem stacks, I got thatYeah, let me be your sugar mamaCash, I got thatThem racks, I got thatThem stacks, I got thatYeah, let me be your sugar mama
