Mommy Daddy Money

Mommy, daddy, money
How does he drive that car
Mommy
Where did he get those clothes
Daddy
How did he get that girl
Money
Mommy, daddy, money
How does he drive that car
Mommy
Where did he get those clothes
Daddy
How did he get that girl
Money
Mommy, daddy, money
When he was growing up he felt like the world was in his hands
He liked to find the ants on the ground with his magnifying glass
Now he's an adult
Or at least an adult-sized child
It's his day to be the man
Though he can barely cook Kraft Mac and Cheese
How does he drive that car
Mommy
Where did he get those clothes
Daddy
How did he get that girl
Money
Mommy, daddy, money
How does he drive that car
Mommy
Where did he get those clothes
Daddy
How did he get that girl
Money
Mommy, daddy, money
She's been living life like it's a game of monopoly
He buys friends like houses and cars,
but whines about the WiFi while
playing with a phone that's not even his
Now he's an adult
Or at least an adult-sized child
It's his day to be the man
But inside he's a broken little boy
How does he drive that car
Mommy
Where did he get those clothes
Daddy
How did he get that girl
Money
Mommy, daddy, money
How does he drive that car
Mommy
Where did he get those clothes
Daddy
How did he get that girl
Money
Mommy, daddy, money
Why do they give him everything
He won't amount to anything
Why do they give him everything
He won't amount to anything
He's spending money 'till it disappears
Regret it all in a couple years
Why do they give him everything
He won't amount to anything
Mommy, daddy, money
How does he drive that car
Mommy
Where did he get those clothes
Daddy
How did he get that girl
Money
Mommy, daddy, money
How does he drive that car
Mommy
Where did he get those clothes
Daddy
How did he get that girl
Money
Mommy
Daddy
Money
Mommy, daddy, money



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Writer(s): Aaron Deming, Chris Greatti, Ryan Wheeler, Sam Palombo
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