Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, I ain’t mad at ’em daddy
See I would be jealous too if you weren’t my daddy
I could be Girardi’s boo
Good as Cohen’s bank acount
I just want you to take me out
f#ck me in Lisa Rinna’s house
If he rich than he can be my spouse
I would eat up all that clout
Put v#agra in your mouth
Show ’em what to talk about
Take them other hoes and walk ’em out
Start some sh#t when I’m away with my fag hags
I can always find stuff to be mad at
If you cover me with Lambo’s and handbags
I could drink rosé and villa blanco for a bad dad
Shower me in diamonds and property
It’s kind of a goal for me
Tried to sign ? but it was a no for me
‘Cause he wouldn’t f#ck with me locally
I ain’t mad at ’em daddy
See I would be jealous too if you wеren’t my daddy
I could be Girardi’s boo
Good as Cohen’s bank acount
I just want you to takе me out
f#ck me in Lisa Rinna’s house
If he rich than he can be my spouse
I would eat up all that clout
Put v#agra in your mouth
Show ’em what to talk about
Take them other hoes and walk ’em out
I used to play straight in a trap house (Trap house)
I could just be me in your dad’s house (Your dad’s house)
Drink Dom Pérignon ’til I black out
Fendi f#ckin’ toothbrush for my dachs house
Shower douch from Prada, lube is Louis
My man is dressed in Gucci we too boojie
? in my garden
My PT ?
Real Housebears of Growlr that’s my goal hoe
Broke daddies in the valley is a no-no
Hanging out with Erika Jayne
She my bestie
Still I’m afraid that her son that’s a cop will arrest me
I would never betray ? like LVP did
I would do it better, wait awhile than repeat it
Waive my finger better than Taylor in your botox
Be the monster that Teddi never brought out
Aesthetic Yolanda GG come to momma
Judging on Drag Race, have lunch with Obama
Talk to my housekeeper “yo no sé nada”
No matter what I would stay loyal to papa
I like ? so why not a rich one
Will lead to reality shows and sitcom
Make me a star, make me a big one
I’m tired of dress by Nexel, Prosecco and Big One
Like I’m so tired of like cheap alcohol
Frozen pizza and shopping at the cheap Big N Tall store
I deserve the finer things in life
I ain’t mad at ’em daddy
See I would be jealous too if you weren’t my daddy
I could be Girardi’s boo
Good as Cohen’s bank acount
I just want you to take me out
f#ck me in Lisa Rinna’s house
If he rich than he can be my spouse
I would eat up all that clout
Put v#agra in your mouth
Show ’em what to talk about
Take them other hoes and walk ’em out
You look as good as Cohen’s bank account
You look as good as Cohen’s bank account
Cohen’s bank account
Cohen’s bank account
You look as good as Cohen’s bank account
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