Lyrics $IDE - Cam James

Shit
She got me in the lap of luxury
Fine dinin', Gucci flip flops
In my expensive linens, chillin'
Cause I deserve luxury too, you know what I'm sayin?
I'm a bad bitch
If you a bad bitch
Make 'em cut the check

Baby I like dates too
I am not no side bitch
I deliver top shelf
Girl you know you like this
Give you satisfaction
Turn you on, light switch
Treat me like you supposed to
Throw some money right quick

Yeah, I'm a stay-at-home hubby
Ain't gotta work if she love me
These sheets 800 thread
Picked 'em out 'cause she trust me
My robe got a phone clip
Caesar salad, that Rome drip
Make deposits, my loans dip
Sugar baby got lucky
Well, that is not quite accurate
I am a cougar magnet
She got a bag, I'm bagging it
She need a soldier, you only live once
Give her the wink and send drinks
Slow burn, like a lit blunt
Ask whereabouts she from
Then she ask, "wanna see sum?"
Put her to sleep, repeat every week
She making it rain for access
Got her dropping off mad checks
I get a mani and pedi
I make her spaghetti wit' nothin' on
Then hit the gym for the Peloton
When we out, she takin' the check
Ain't goin' in debt for sex
Plenty of fellas wit' less finesse
Tryna take my position
Yo pride in the way
I feel right at home in this kitchen
I got me a man bag, and the rose petals
On the floor, my birthday lit
Not on no first date shit
Tryna put that ring on

Baby I like dates too
I am not no side bitch
I deliver top shelf
Girl you know you like this
Give you satisfaction
Turn you on, light switch
Treat me like you supposed to
Throw some money right quick 'cause

Baby I like dates too
I am not no side bitch
I deliver top shelf
Girl you know you like this
Give you satisfaction
Turn you on, light switch
Treat me like you supposed to
Throw some money right quick

I like, I like, I like Dolce
Shoppin' in St. Tropez
I need all that covered for me
I don't do no copay
Girl we equal, you providing too
And in turn, I confide in you
Gossip 'bout some haters I got, for real
Polite to my waiters, understanding we got
We built tight bonds
Leaning on you baby, you my lifeline
Breadwinner, I'm yo chief head giver
Showing contractors how to make our bed bigger
Tell me no, I beg to differ yeah
Got a bad attitude, please don't turn me down yeah
Key up yo Mercedes, throw yo clothes all on the ground yeah
Join me in my mood swings, gotta hold me down yeah
You cannot be happy it's my time of month
I got plenty options, like every week they lining up
My, future bright as fuck
I do not have time for this
My daddy give me money if I want it
Plus I'm fine as shit
You ain't the only sugar mama on the block I got a chick
Serve me wit' that currency, and you been on some counterfeit
I need leisure, plus that Prada bag
Gon' fake a seizure, if you deny me cash
At the ATM where you gon' find me at
Takin' out stacks, I'm supportive though, relax baby

I am not no side bitch
I deliver top shelf
Girl you know you like this
Give you satisfaction
Turn you on, light switch
Treat me like you supposed to

This girl got room service, in a house
Ah shit, let me take this shit off speaker
Aight
Hello? Yea yea yea yea
This uh, room service?
That's fye!
Ok, so my girl got me a deep dish pizza
And y'all brought me a thin crust
Oh nah I'm not trippin' it's just
I got a show in Chicago like next month
And I don't wanna show up no deep dish virgin
My boy Mike gon' roast my ass