Tell Daddy
Lil' momma, tell daddy whatcha want, I got you
I'mma get a big ball of grape goose
You can get loose, shake that ass fo' me
Can ya survive all? How ya feelin' love
Me and you can have the club on fire
Me and you drink a lake of ice
If you want it, you can have it
All you gotta do is tell daddy
Aye girl, tell daddy
Ya know I need a bottle when I walk up in the club
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Daddy, I want you to spank it hard when we're makin' love
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Ya know I'm rollin' with ya when the lights comin' and the club close
Yeah, tell daddy
Tell daddy, tell daddy
So whatcha sayin', girl?
Baby, tell me what ya need, ya know I got it
Baby, tell me what you want, it's yours tonight
Tell daddy what ya wanna do
Ya know I'm buyin' one for me again and one for you
Ya know I got the top floor with the city view
I'm that n***a, I can make yo dreams come true
Oh, they say money can't buy love, but we can try
Oh, this sexy dancin' got me open, I can't lie
You deserve it, baby (you do)
See that you look perfect, baby (you do)
And we can do anything I like
I know ya want a rich n***a in ya life yeah
Tell daddy
Ya know I need a bottle when I walk up in the club
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Daddy, I want you to spank it hard when we're makin' love
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Ya know I'm rollin' with ya when the lights comin' and the club close
Yeah, tell daddy
Tell daddy, tell daddy
Hey lil' momma, ya swag got sossa
Only queen bees get to step to a boss
Lemme whisper in ya ear like
I'm in the French, tryin'a see what that wheel like damn
Shawty got ass, in the club, poppin' bottle like the mall pop tags
Everybody in the squad got ass
She bad she bad
She's bad, but she mediocre
Ain't nobody kill it so I let her come over
Big girls in the club need a lil' too
They ain't need lil' men, that's just how we do
Everybody on pot light
Everybody in the club have a good night
Ain't nobody get shy, ain't nobody fight
That Patron got me thinkin' what she f**k like
Tell daddy
Ya know I need a bottle when I walk up in the club
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Daddy, I want you to spank it hard when we're makin' love
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Ya know I'm rollin' with ya when the lights comin' and the club close
Yeah, tell daddy
Tell daddy, tell daddy
Big party like rock stars all night long
You dance to ya favorite song
If ya really wanna get it goin' on
We can get a bottle of Patron, blown blown blown
Jay really don't want the party to stop
We can get a bottle of Ciroc
If ya want it you can have it
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
We can party all night, turn up
I came to have a good time, put ya bottles up
Bitches to my right, bad bitches to my left
Hell yeah, f**ked up, with the alcohol breath
Hot, ain't gonna flock a verse
All ya birds chirpin' gettin' on my nerves
I just wanna blow herbs, bring it on you perves
More money, f**kin' problems, what I prefer
I'm the realest n***a in this bitch, point blank
She on the period, now text disappoint face
She wanna get to know me tho
No emojies ridin' on this moji tho
Em hoes come and go, money is the motive tho
Account's overdrawn, I got overflow
I never did a sober show, never overdose
I'm outta stays, ova seas and I'm coast to coast
Let's have a toast to both, hope you're takin' notes
And if a boyfriend in, he get a broken nose
I'm smokin' on some potent dope with a foreign bitch
All em 20 more bottles keep pourin' in
I'mma get a big ball of grape goose
You can get loose, shake that ass fo' me
Can ya survive all? How ya feelin' love
Me and you can have the club on fire
Me and you drink a lake of ice
If you want it, you can have it
All you gotta do is tell daddy
Aye girl, tell daddy
Ya know I need a bottle when I walk up in the club
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Daddy, I want you to spank it hard when we're makin' love
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Ya know I'm rollin' with ya when the lights comin' and the club close
Yeah, tell daddy
Tell daddy, tell daddy
So whatcha sayin', girl?
Baby, tell me what ya need, ya know I got it
Baby, tell me what you want, it's yours tonight
Tell daddy what ya wanna do
Ya know I'm buyin' one for me again and one for you
Ya know I got the top floor with the city view
I'm that n***a, I can make yo dreams come true
Oh, they say money can't buy love, but we can try
Oh, this sexy dancin' got me open, I can't lie
You deserve it, baby (you do)
See that you look perfect, baby (you do)
And we can do anything I like
I know ya want a rich n***a in ya life yeah
Tell daddy
Ya know I need a bottle when I walk up in the club
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Daddy, I want you to spank it hard when we're makin' love
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Ya know I'm rollin' with ya when the lights comin' and the club close
Yeah, tell daddy
Tell daddy, tell daddy
Hey lil' momma, ya swag got sossa
Only queen bees get to step to a boss
Lemme whisper in ya ear like
I'm in the French, tryin'a see what that wheel like damn
Shawty got ass, in the club, poppin' bottle like the mall pop tags
Everybody in the squad got ass
She bad she bad
She's bad, but she mediocre
Ain't nobody kill it so I let her come over
Big girls in the club need a lil' too
They ain't need lil' men, that's just how we do
Everybody on pot light
Everybody in the club have a good night
Ain't nobody get shy, ain't nobody fight
That Patron got me thinkin' what she f**k like
Tell daddy
Ya know I need a bottle when I walk up in the club
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Daddy, I want you to spank it hard when we're makin' love
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
Ya know I'm rollin' with ya when the lights comin' and the club close
Yeah, tell daddy
Tell daddy, tell daddy
Big party like rock stars all night long
You dance to ya favorite song
If ya really wanna get it goin' on
We can get a bottle of Patron, blown blown blown
Jay really don't want the party to stop
We can get a bottle of Ciroc
If ya want it you can have it
All ya gotta do is tell daddy
We can party all night, turn up
I came to have a good time, put ya bottles up
Bitches to my right, bad bitches to my left
Hell yeah, f**ked up, with the alcohol breath
Hot, ain't gonna flock a verse
All ya birds chirpin' gettin' on my nerves
I just wanna blow herbs, bring it on you perves
More money, f**kin' problems, what I prefer
I'm the realest n***a in this bitch, point blank
She on the period, now text disappoint face
She wanna get to know me tho
No emojies ridin' on this moji tho
Em hoes come and go, money is the motive tho
Account's overdrawn, I got overflow
I never did a sober show, never overdose
I'm outta stays, ova seas and I'm coast to coast
Let's have a toast to both, hope you're takin' notes
And if a boyfriend in, he get a broken nose
I'm smokin' on some potent dope with a foreign bitch
All em 20 more bottles keep pourin' in
Credits
Writer(s): Eric Jackson, Brandon Green, Juaquin Malphurs, Mick Schultz, D'angelo Holmes, Tony E Scales
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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