Lyrics Sugar Daddy - Miss Prada

He's my sugar daddy
Thighs up in the cabby
I'm his sugar baby
Thumbs up in my labi, oh
Money, clothes, that's all he knows
He's my sugar daddy and I'm his baby, bitch

His wife, she hates me but I'm the one with the jewels
Money before I touch you, geezer, that's the fucking rules
I don't wanna meet your kids, I just wanna meet your credit
Blonde and I have double Ds and my pussy wants you to pet it
Breakfast at Tiffany's, lunch we're heading Sach's
Dinner will be Balenciaga and lunch will be a snack
Don't touch these pearls around my neck, little girl, get your own
I fuck for all I have to get, you have to take out a loan

Anything I want I get
He's my sugar daddy
Thighs up in the cabby
I'm his sugar baby
Thumbs up in my labi, oh
Money, clothes, that's all he knows
He's my sugar daddy and I'm his baby, bitch (Oh-oh-oh)
He's my sugar daddy
Thighs up in the cabby
I'm his sugar baby
Thumbs up in my labi, oh
Money, clothes, that's all he knows
He's my sugar daddy (Daddy, daddy, daddy)
And I'm his baby, bitch

They have the sugar and they're older so they're a sugar daddy
I want the sugar and I'm younger so I'm a sugar baby
It's simple, actually

Bitch, you're envious and I'm tanning on the beach
He Western Union's me my rent while you get late fees
I don't really mean to brag (Uh)
So please don't take offence (No way)
Wait, who am I even fooling? You're broke bitch

Anything I want I get
He's my sugar daddy
Thighs up in the cabby
I'm his sugar baby
Thumbs up in my labi, oh
Money, clothes, that's all he knows
He's my sugar daddy and I'm his baby, bitch (Oh-oh-oh)
He's my sugar daddy
Thighs up in the cabby
I'm his sugar baby
Thumbs up in my labi, oh
Money, clothes, that's all he knows
Anything I want I get