| Baby, what’s my name? |
| Baby, what’s my name? |
| Now you laying with a motherfucker 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 |