Sugar Mama Wap (Fetty Wap Cover)

I’m like “hey, what’s up, mommy–oohh”
Seen yo kind ass soon as you came out that door
I just wanna eat, but I got a sack of fat to roll
Married to the money, she introduced me to her stove
Showed me how to bake it, now she expectin’ it for sure…
She my sugar mama queen, let me load the cargo
We be countin’ up, watch how far my unemployment goes
We just set a goal, talkin’ mis-matched rides yo
Got  a 56′ chevy, prob’ needs parts though
Man, I swear I love her how she work those damn goals
I Hit the strip club, she threatens to let me go
Everybody hating, but I need her though
In love with a suga mama, I ain’t never growing up…

And I get high without my baby (baby)
I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby’s money, yeah
And I can’t really  ride with my baby (baby)
I be in the kitchen cleaning up for my baby, yeah

And I get high without my baby (baby)
I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with my baby (baby)
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

I hit the strip without my trap queen ’cause all we know is bad
I just might snatch up a ‘shot of bacardi and wish my boo a ferrari
I might just snatch her some womans necklace, drop a couple bucks on a ring
She ain’t want it for nothin’ because I can’t buy her anything
Bitch you up in the condo, I’m without deniro can’t go
Remi boys got nothing, you count up hella buckss tho
How far can your Audi go?
Fetty Wap I’m living fifty bucks not K how I stand tho
Don’t bother checking out my pockets hol’ up

And I get high without my baby (baby)
I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my babys monayyy, yeah
And I can’t really ride with my baby (baby)
I be in the kitchen tryingto make pies without my baby, yeah

And I get high without my baby (baby)
I just left the mall, I’m getting fly with my babys money, yeah
And I can’t really  ride with my baby (baby)
I be in the kitchen killing flies for my baby, yeah

I’m like “hey, what’s up, hello”
Seen yo sweet ass soon as you came out that door
Said I just wanna chill, Lied about  a sack for us to roll
Then I Married to your money, she  introduced me to her stove
Showed me how to boil it, now shes telling me keep it on low
She’s  my suga mama, don’t let her hit the bando
I’ll be countin’ up, watch how her money can go
We just set a goal, but I want the first lambo
Got  a 56 chevy, needs some parts tho
Man, I swear I love her how she goes to work while I’m home
I can’t Hit the strip club, or she will let my ass go
Everybody hating, I tell them she’s my suga mama though
In love with the money, I can’t let her go….

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