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"Sugar babies, their ambition is a sweet life of pampered luxury Paid for by older, sometimes much older men" Dressed in that leather, that salt and pepper Walked across the bar, and then he ordered me a Vesper Say he a businessman, he wanna be my friend Said he in town for the weekend and need some pleasure Now he wanna take me to the room And he said I'll do anything for you, ooh So I gave him the number to my bank And I'll come up as soon as it comes through So what he pay for his company So what he frontin' all my bills for me So what he's handing me some cash To put his hands up on my ass So what? I let him call me baby I call him Sugar daddy Sugar daddy Sugar daddy Give me some sugar, daddy Sugar daddy Sugar daddy Sugar daddy Give me some sugar, daddy It's expensive to date me If you want it, then pay me I've been looking for a man who wants to spoil this baby 'Cause I'm way too sexy to be alone with you In this bedroom for free Oh, no Told me he's in room 1503 (1503) And he said he'd do anything for me (for me) So I showed him my favorite Prada bag Won't fuck him 'til he gives me the receipt (period) So what he pay for his company So what he frontin' all my bills for me So what he's handing me some cash To put his hands up on my ass So what? I let him call me baby I call him Sugar daddy Sugar daddy Sugar daddy Give me some sugar, daddy Sugar daddy Sugar daddy Sugar daddy Give me some sugar, daddy Oh, my sugar daddy His eight figures make me happy When I ask him for a ride Daddy send the murder Caddy Then they drive me through the hills I text my girls the deal Say, "I won't be home for dinner, I'll have daddy send some veal"
Writer(s): Vikki Cook, Nellie Schindler, Noah Davis, Austin Armstrong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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