Qveen Herby - Sugar Daddy

If it's my right to taste the riches of the earth
These bitches better let me work
A private host, a private toast to new horizons
Never mind what I had to do to get these diamonds
He love me, he give me all his money
That Gucci, Prada comfy
My sugar daddy
My sugar daddy (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
He love me, he put no one above me
These bitches wanna judge me
But I don't care (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah)
Looking back on the boys that I dated (Ooh)
All the popular boys overrated (Ooh)
Give me brains, money bags, if he's ancient
I'm a young lady taking donations (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
CEO, might take me on trips (On trips)
Pack a suit, might have a few ships (Few ships)
Love a waitress chasin' them tips (Them tips)
But I'm a escort, countin' his chips
Got a lot, bitch
On a yacht, bitch
In the tropics
Ooh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)