LightSkinKeisha - Baby Fatha lyrics

(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)

I'm a rich nigga dreams, get your funds up
(Get your funds up)
Slim waist, bitch, I get that from my mama
(From my mama)
Big spender, mix Celine with the Prada
I make a rich nigga into baby fathers (Rich)
I make a rich nigga into baby fathers (Rich)
And if he ain't gettin' to it, that's a problem
(That's a problem)
New Celine and McQueen, give me Prada (Drip)
I make a rich nigga into baby fathers (Hoo)

I make 'em spend it, yeah
Give it to 'em, yeah
Big tipper, yeah (Hoo)
Real bitch, yeah
Hit a split on the dick (On the dick)
Leave my taste on his tongue
I love to let him lick
How many licks do it take? Bae, I love to cum quick
(Ooh)
Feed me Prada
I'll call you Dada, I need them commas
Private jet to Bahamas, don't need no condoms
(Outta there)
Throw it back in my bonnet, how you want it?
(Hoo)
Type of bitch to suck your soul
Out and meet your mama

If you a rich nigga, show me where them racks at
(Where them racks at?)
Cute face, slim waist and that ass fat
(And that ass fat)
I won't dare go back and forth with a nat nat
(The fuck?)
Where that bag at? Tell him
"Send that Cash App"

I'm a rich nigga dreams, get your funds up
(Get your funds up)
Slim waist, bitch, I get that from my mama
(From my mama)
Big spender, mix Celine with the Prada
I make a rich nigga into baby fathers (Rich)
I make a rich nigga into baby fathers (Rich)
And if he ain't gettin' to it, that's a problem
(That's a problem)
New Celine and McQueen, give me Prada (Drip)
I make a rich nigga into baby fathers (Hoo)

I make him pop tags
Make him cop that like "Where you shop at?"
Where the rocks at? Tell your jeweler where you bought that
(Ice)
Got a fat cat, Garfield if you spend (Spend)
I got assets, throw it back and bring 'em in
(Bring 'em in)
I'm a dime bitch, where it's at? I need a ten
(I need a ten)
I hear the chat chat, they copy that, I'm settin' trends
(Hoo)
I play his front side
The only back I want is ends
I'm a G with a wagon
I ain't talkin' 'bout the Benz

If you a rich nigga, show me where them racks at
(Do it)
Cute face, slim waist and that ass fat
I won't dare go back and
Forth with a nat nat
Where that bag at? Tell him
"Send that Cash App"

I'm a rich nigga dreams, get your funds up
(Get your funds up)
Slim waist, bitch, I get that from my mama
(From my mama)
Big spender, mix Celine with the Prada
I make a rich nigga into baby fathers (Rich)
I make a rich nigga into baby fathers (Rich)
And if he ain't gettin' to it, that's a problem
(That's a problem)
New Celine and McQueen, give me Prada (Drip)
I make a rich nigga into baby fathers (Hoo)

(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)