Sugar Mama Lyrics & Tabs by Leaf
Sugar Mama
guitar chords lyrics
Baby, whats my name?
Baby, whats 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 whores 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
Its cool cause hes my daddy
Bringing in the paper like Im made off in the Gotty
Hopped off my whip wearing Balenciaga
Marjela for the weekdays, for the rest Im wearing Prada
Bringing in the paper like Im made off in the Gotty
Hopped off my whip wearing Balenciaga
Marjela for the weekdays, for the rest Im wearing Prada
Every time I need him, he come through
Know just how I like it so he do it how we do
Dont 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 aint nothing to me
They aint 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
Dont 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 aint 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
Dont 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
