Leaf - Sugar Mama lyrics

rate me

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