Suga Daddy - Intellectual

[Intro]

Little mama

[Verse 1]

Little mama got old niggas and young niggas bringin' me figgas

She's a fly chick so come and get her

And spittin' them big faces, spendin' chips in high places

You got to know what my taste is, handlin' much confetti

Handle my business when I'm ready

Makin' it last forever like my nigga Keith Sweat, baby

We straight pimpin' meetin' them tricks who love to pay

And if I see them dolla signs, you can't pass my way

Cause I'm a snatcher, cause it ain't hard to get ya

Just like somebody snatchers, I'm always out for the capture

And when it comes to my dough, you gotta pass the limit

Cause there's no limit to my digits

I put my smash into it, whenеver it comes to my dope

I gotta gеt it, I gotta get it

Havin' a big trick on the side, you'll never be broke, no lie

You have a sugar daddy long as you stay fly

[Chorus]

Sugar daddy, make me happy

[Verse 2: Numskull]

Yeah, I saw you talkin' and wanted that

Thinkin' that my name is in the air, and on the strife, I'm gettin' all of that

I've been to the moon, ain't no fallin' back

It's just all in your head, game set, bitch, follow that

Never play that bitch, I'ma stick to my guns

Big dick, fuck tricks, and I'm sick without funds

I be the type of nigga feelin' low if I spend

And ain't payin' no college, bitch, card, no rent

I will pay attention to your hints and clues

So I bob and weave and try to stick and move

Won't chat a bitch, go ahead and stick what you do

I'm just givin' up game and not a goddamn jewel

But I love hoes shinin' when they come in the room

But you far away from land, she top notch too

If you can own up to that and be my Benz and Caddy

Then I'll always be your sugar daddy

[Chorus]

Sugar daddy, make me happy

[Verse 3]

Well, it's the queen of the regime, the NYC

Yvonne Dutch and Capri jeans, don't be TPG

I be breakin' Haitian niggas who be speakin' swahili

Wanna treat me and eat me, but never could beat me

Pimp niggas be too geeky, they way beneath me

See me in a coupe with TV, so trick be easy

Nights far from a bitch that's sleazy

But a trick gon' see me with a car, no in rent, believe me

Call me Prada mama, Beverly's in a thousand dolla shopper

Ballas be poppin' bottles, will gettin' nada

Where them dollars at?

Me and Cap break stunnas and them roller cats

Real bitches holler back

So handcuff your man, read him his rights

This absence and 7 Jeans look right, this Regime for life

All I need is one night to get the ring with ice

I make a rich nigga leave his wife

[Chorus]

Sugar daddy, make me happy