Uh,
baby, what's my name?
Uh,
baby, what's my name?
Now you layin' with a motherfuckin' thinkin' that he got it
Thinkin' in my wallet,
layin' hands when I whisper to the pilot
Thinkin' in the pride,
bitch,
my features lookin' Slavic
In a turquoise sidekick,
uh,
tongue in my side chick
Dominican,
no *,
you fly,
bitch,
I never got used to a climate
I never got used to a wardrobe,
I never got used to a bracelet
Precious paintings on this *'s wall,
uh,
Andy Warhol,
uh,
like the Coco
Cause when I hop out of that photo,
these bitches be takin' my photo
My mama ain't got no money,
it's cool cause he's my saddy
Bringin' in the paper,
like I'm made of finacchetti
Hop up on my whip, wearin' Balenciaga
Margiela on the weekdays,
for the rest I'm wearin' Brandi
Any time I need a peek, I'm through,
knows just how I like him,
so he do it how he do Don't ask no silly questions,
cause he knows the way I move Ask me if I like the way he did it,
that's it, true
Oh,
yeah,
come let me be your sugar mama Right there,
come let me be your sugar mama
Oh,
yeah,
if you give it to me how I want it Then I,
I could be your sugar ma
Cash,
I got that,
them racks I got that,
them stacks
I got that, yeah, let me be your sugar ma
Cash,
I got that,
them racks I got that,
them stacks
I got that,
yeah,
let me be your sugar ma He give it to me ASAP,
never need no peso
Massage this bubble bathin',
while I count my queso Tell them niggas lay low,
cause they ain't nothin' to me
They ain't as good as me,
myself and I,
and all my lil' week
Any time I need a peek, I'm through,
knows just how I like him, so he do it how he do
Don't ask no silly questions,
cause he knows the way I move Ask me if I like the way he did it,
that's it,
true
Oh,
yeah,
come let me be your sugar mama Right there,
come let me be your sugar mama
Oh,
yeah,
if you give it to me how I want it Then I,
I could be your sugar ma
Cash,
I got that,
them racks I got that,
them stacks I got that,
yeah,
let me be your sugar ma
You ride around with that badge of man's You want it,
baby,
I'll spend an egg
You snitch it down for every round These luxuries ain't anything
These girls,
they see you bossin',
yeah,
they know that you that nigga
Lookin' for the baddest chick,
you don't need one cause you with her
Any time I need a peek,
I'm through,
knows just how I like him,
so he do it how he do
Don't ask no silly questions,
cause he knows the way I move
Ask me if I like the way he did it,
that's it, true
Oh,
yeah,
come let me be your sugar mama Right there,
come 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 ma
Cash,
I got that,
them racks,
I got that,
them stacks,
I got that,
yeah let me be your sugar ma
let me be your sugar ma let me be your sugar ma