[Chorus]
He a sucka for this baddie
I love a rich n***a buy me shit, I call him daddy
Pussy so wet, he can see it through the panties
Put it in his face, said it taste like-taste like candy
He a sucka for this baddie
If he ain't buying shit, I can never call him daddy
Pretty mixed bitch, no hand with the [?]
If his place is hitting, then I might send him the addy

[Verse 1]
Swinging on his dick, I'm finna drop on it
Champagne party, when I eat I'm 'bouta [?] on it
Being [?] bitch, if I do it they gon' hop on it
Box so good, make 'em wanna put a lock on it
I got him coming back, oh he a fiend, he want that dope again
We can't be fucking if you broke, I need some dough to spend
I'm outside, 2 AM with my homie friends
Late night, I get that text, he want that throat again
If I throw it back, he might just cash out
Tell him pull my hair, no it's real, he can snatch on it
Fuck them good girls, where my bitches acting ratchet?
Let him [?], see his dick I wanna grab it

[Chorus]
He a sucka for this baddie
I love a rich n***a buy me shit, I call him daddy
Pussy so wet, he can see it through the panties
Put it in his face, said it taste like-taste like candy
He a sucka for this baddie
If he ain't buying shit, I can never call him daddy
Pretty mixed bitch, no hand with the [?]
If his place is hitting, then I might send him the addy
[Verse 2]
I ain't fucking for no features, tell him suck my dick
They try to put me on a shelf, bitches mad that I'm lit
These city n***as talking shit, had they nose on my clit
You went and got a BBL, he still don't want that shit
Got these bitches acting shady, I'm the shadiest
I could [?] money, n***a in a twenty mile radius
Ain't shit free, you gotta pay for this
But you, he pulling out
But with me, he finna stay in this
Sprinkle, sprinkle on his box
See the chain, that's the rocks
Bitch I be really in the deli, I got credit with my opps
The good sucka, I'm the best
If I leave his boy alone, he gon' feel it in his chest
She thinking that's her n***a, 'till I send that boy a text
You'll forever be his lady, I'm just calling for the net
Thinking that he different, but I him that I need me
He ain't a eater, no I'm throwing up the peace signs
Saying bitches, hating Caribbean on the decline
I'm getting head, while I'm laying back on recline

[Chorus]
He a sucka for this baddie
I love a rich n***a buy me shit, I call him daddy
Pussy so wet, he can see it through the panties
Put it in his face, said it taste like-taste like candy
He a sucka for this baddie
If he ain't buying shit, I can never call him daddy
Pretty mixed bitch, no hand with the [?]
If his place is hitting, then I might send him the addy