Daddy's Money Lyrics

What do you think this is

Your daddy's country club

Thinking you walk right in

And girls

Guys lining up

You can do what you want

And no one wises up

That's pretty dumb if you ask me

Why don't u show me how

U think you've got it good

Walking around

And giving up down

Kinda looks

Go on and sweet talk it

Just like I bet u could

That's pretty dumb if you ask me

But here's my number baby

It's getting too hot now

Gotta throw on the cold water

Turn the heat down

Slow down ya

Don't wanna end up on

Front page of papers

I could tell you

I could teach you

But I might take it

I might take it

Don't wanna end up

On front page of papers

Cuffed up jeans

And urban shirt

After that it's

All a blur

Daddy's money

Never learns

I could tell you

I could teach you

But I might take it

Coming off greedy

Like you're somebody

It's getting too hot now

Gotta throw on the cold water

Turn the heat down

Slow down ya

Don't wanna end up on

Front page of papers

I could tell you

I could teach you

But I might take it

I might take it

Don't wanna end up on

Front page of papers

Cuffed up jeans

And urban shirt

After that it's

All a blur

Daddy's money

Never learns

I could tell you

I could teach you

But I might take it