Sugar Daddy Qveen Herby

[Intro]
If it's my right to taste the riches of the earth
These bitches better let me work
A private host, a private toast to new horizons
Never mind what I had to do to get these diamonds

[Chorus]
He love me, he give me all his money
That Gucci, Prada comfy
My sugar daddy
He love me, he give me all his money
That Gucci, Prada comfy
My sugar daddy (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
He love me, he put no one above me
These bitches wanna judge me
But I don't care (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)

[Verse 1]
Looking back on the boys that I dated (Ooh)
All the popular boys overrated (Ooh)
Give me brains, money bags, if he's ancient
I'm a young lady taking donations (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
CEO, might take me on trips (On trips)
Pack a suit, might have a few ships (Few ships)
Love a waitress chasin' them tips (Them tips)
But I'm a escort, countin' his chips