Yeah
Always get it popping you'd think we're airbags
Go harder than a bank I'm Goldman Sach's
Profit margins have always been in my plans
If you talk too much bring silence to lamb
Anything illegal gets thrown in canals
Neighbors scuba'd up in my locale
Remember swimming up and lifting morale
Later at Micosoukee it was a battle royale
She wanna ride the guap, so i spent it on a saddle
Living in Brickell, It's Like the tower of Babel
When she want the wood, I always put on a flannel
Couldn't afford nice cars, but that bass always rattle
My daughter dresses up, my God how she dazzles
She needs to stop growing up , OG Papi gon' get saddened
These doors are opening up, and I never touched a handle
All these words true, Welcome to Daddy...
Dave Create$ - Welcome to Daddy (Interlude) Lyrics
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Yeah
Always get it popping you'd think we're airbags
Go harder than a bank I'm Goldman Sach's
Profit margins have always been in my plans
If you talk too much bring silence to lamb
Anything illegal gets thrown in canals
Neighbors scuba'd up in my locale
Remember swimming up and lifting morale
Later at Micosoukee it was a battle royale
She wanna ride the guap, so i spent it on a saddle
Living in Brickell, It's Like the tower of Babel
When she want the wood, I always put on a flannel
Couldn't afford nice cars, but that bass always rattle
My daughter dresses up, my God how she dazzles
She needs to stop growing up , OG Papi gon' get saddened
These doors are opening up, and I never touched a handle
All these words true, Welcome to Daddy...
Always get it popping you'd think we're airbags
Go harder than a bank I'm Goldman Sach's
Profit margins have always been in my plans
If you talk too much bring silence to lamb
Anything illegal gets thrown in canals
Neighbors scuba'd up in my locale
Remember swimming up and lifting morale
Later at Micosoukee it was a battle royale
She wanna ride the guap, so i spent it on a saddle
Living in Brickell, It's Like the tower of Babel
When she want the wood, I always put on a flannel
Couldn't afford nice cars, but that bass always rattle
My daughter dresses up, my God how she dazzles
She needs to stop growing up , OG Papi gon' get saddened
These doors are opening up, and I never touched a handle
All these words true, Welcome to Daddy...
Writer: Dave Create$
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