Guy Ferz - daddy's money. Lyrics

Daddy's money, ey
Daddy's money, yeah
Bought a purse
Bought a crib with daddy's money
She want the dollars
Want the pounds of daddy's money
Daddy's money
Daddy's money, ey
Daddy's money, yeah
Daddy's money, ey
Daddy's money, yeah
Bought a purse
Bought a crib with daddy's money
She want the dollars
Want the pounds of daddy's money
Daddy's money
Daddy's money, eh
Daddy's money, yeah
She want daddy's money
You think that it's funny
It's not funny, I'm unlucky
I been starving, I been hungry
Cause she flew up out the country
Using who? Your one and only
Holy, Bachi that's my name
I went crazy, I'm insane
She a blondie with some bangs
She is first class on the plane
I don't wanna play this game
I don't really like this joke
She took my cash and now I'm broke
Yeah she always do the most
And she shallow like a ghost
I can't drive, car is sold
Swear it's shocking like a Jolt
Gotta update Colin Jost
I'm the chicken in the Roast
That's my money in her Post
She did me dirty where's the soap?
Come on y'all, let's make a Toast
If it come to buying coats then I think that she is the Goat
She might as well just cut my throat
This a murder that she wrote
Lunch and dinner eating loafs
She got lobster and some rolls
Origami how she fold
That's the story for you folks
Rest in peace to Bachi's soul
Daddy's money, ey
Daddy's money, yeah
Bought a purse
Bought a crib with daddy's money
She want the dollars
Want the pounds of daddy's money
Daddy's money
Daddy's money, ey
Daddy's money, yeah
Daddy's money, ey
Daddy's money, yeah
Bought a purse
Bought a crib with daddy's money
She want the dollars
Want the pounds of daddy's money
Daddy's money
Daddy's money, eh
Daddy's money, yeah
Call me "Daddy" when I'm in her
Call me "Santa" when it's winter
Call me "Crazy" but she spending all my paper like a printer
Give her cash so she can blow it
It's a tradeoff, girl I get it
I'm her hotline when she broke
She on speed dial when I hit it
It be stupid every time that this girl come through
Way she make it bounce like a Kangaroo
Got me wanting more from her sex debut
Not that good with names, "girl, Amanda who?"
Your number saved under "Fat Booty 2"
Hit it and it jingle like you Majin Buu
Hate me now and then, but you love this bread
Love this, uh, give good head
2 and 2 together, take my cash instead
Next week, same time, bring your thick ass friends
Before you call me out
Girl, who bought your crib?
Bought your tits?
Bought your whip?
Going back and forth like it's Battleship
Spend it like I earned it, hold up? I did
I'm a money tree
Yeah, I see y'all in the shade
Everybody waiting for a lovely hurricane
I like my baby tan, that Miami kinda way